Текст песни НАРОДНОЕ ОПОЛЧЕНИЕ - Брежнев жив

Who slowly drags you up the stairs
Recognizes the severity of falling down
And who is in the car along the street with a snake,
A bunk and a syringe were prepared for him.

But there is hope, we will not live as before,
But there is hope that Brezhnev will again
Brezhnev.

And who breaks the grave in the tunnel
That moonless dark night
That means he killed a neighbor in the week,
He squeezed cream out of the dead man's eyes.

But there is hope, we will not live as before,
But there is hope that Brezhnev will again
Brezhnev.

And I ate that pie this morning,
I saw in him absent-mindedness, fear and longing,
And only in the evening it became dreary for me,
But still, I realized that I would not die.