Текст песни Резиновый дедушка - Южноуральская полька

City - our father, we - his sons
Do you feel what I feel?
Do you feel that life has become worse?
You can go, you're no longer needed

Chronicle newscast scares.
What will become of us? How should I know.
Howl sirens and trams go.
Let's turn on the radio and will dance.

Vodka does not help, beer does not help
Out of the window - this is not a solution either.
I want to survive, I'm careful
Along the cornice, famously famously me, hey!

The television mast on the roof
Like the crosses on the graves of old
Do not call for help, no one will hear.
The city rejoices evil spirits.

Pipes at sunset as the devil's fingers.
The factory closed its checkpoints.
Good night, yuzhnouraltsev!
Sleep well, my family!