Текст песни Птицами - 1984

Here's Rockstars sneakers,
Here's Snickers and Cola.
Children go to school
Rockets are flying into space.
Here's a supper from the supermarket
Here is the icon, here is the psalter.
It's not the world that got worse -
You have become worse.
Baby, this is a long-awaited progress -
Soon you will have a serial number too.
Doesn't fit in a Mercedes
Priest physiognomy.
Hare pound water in a mortar:
Children in the family have not eaten for two days,
And you are a candle for the obese gods
Yes, for the gilded robes.
Here's some food for your little mind:
Everywhere swagger, idle talk and deceit -
These people look into your pocket
And stretch out their fingers.
Let's talk. Come closer.
I'll leave it alone for a couple of minutes.
The latest iPhone is prestigious,
Reading books - what is it?
And it's true.
I turned on early.
Grandfather was imprisoned for what?
Who broke the elms in the garden?
Big brother smiles at you from the screen
And speaks a broken language.
He drinks juices like a greedy leech,
Year after year, century after century.
Big brother makes war in the west and east,
But worse - makes a war in your head.
Do you see the light at the end of the tunnel?
Do you want such a bullet -
Here is the internet:
Do not chat live.
Here's a sweet lie
A hopeless loser.
You won't go out on the street -
So you won't spit in the face.
So, even if you crack, you won't kick
Politicana Landcruiser.
Faces are hiding behind the screens
Dissatisfied and angry
This is the order of the day.
The bandits are regularly caught by the police,
But are those bandits
And are there bandits in general?
The boy stole bread: he is very hungry.
Uncle pulls millions from the people - what is the conversation about?
So who is the bandit here, who is the thief here?
Explain intelligibly
I don’t understand.
Dissent means Judas.
I have a lot of accidents in my head.
Big brother cannot be slandered
You can't gossip -
It hurts in the ass to beat,
They will beat
They will beat
Until you hit back.
And you won't give back
So turn on the telly
Read the newspapers
Watch gears and soak up the buzz.
Big brother will cherish and love you.
Protect and love.
Get used to it.

poems: birds
music: Olafur Arnalds

an excerpt from the film "Yesenin"