Текст песни Министерство Любви - Безработный

Fifth Power, heavenly angels
Coming to my house soon
I feel the death of my native quarter
There is a lump in the heart
The work book is lying idle
Dust covered a long time
The soul of an asshole crying
Closed like a window

I worked as a conscience
And would not go to the bottom
But the generation of kitsch and shevchuk
Killed the spring in me
The house is covered with eternal ice
Snow fell asleep
I am unemployed, I am unemployed
I'm out of work!

I myself am surprised, but still
Stupid thread stretches
Since morning has come -
There will be an opportunity to live
A day without bread and vodka
With thoughts and longing
The day that put an end to
What is called "peace"

I worked with a thought
I was ready for victory
But the generation of gopniks and goons
Love killed me
Hatred burned out the gut -
No strength even for vomiting.
I'm unemployed, I'm unemployed
I'm out of work!

The evil life of monkeys
Dark sky in the distance
Broken heart, empty hope
Sunken ships
In the gap between the floorboards
Long ceased to dawn
Lord it will all end someday
Or not ?

I worked the truth
I climbed up fun
But the generation of Chechens and Jews
Killed my life
I have died so many times
What has long gone astray
I'm unemployed, I'm unemployed
I'm out of work!

I worked in Russia
The world I tried to hug
But the generation of bitches and goats
Killed me in me
And my banner is blurry blur
From tears, blood and sweat
I'm unemployed, I'm unemployed
I'm out of work!