Текст песни Рома Англичанин - ББН

fucked up this wild roar
today is not like May 9
shooting somewhere
the peasants yell
Mogilev drives around the yard without T-shirts
moans with obscenities and blood
with dirt and then dashingly knead
confusion in a common pot
porridge
school cook

and you immediately come to your senses
you sober up with a cold thought
that the last light that I will see is
will be the flash of the last shot
but I'm not afraid to leave
a world devoid of all meaning
it's worse to know the truth about him
style and lie down with this truth

how the dead are thrown into the ground to rot
then bread grows
a team of tipsy creators plant people right in the snow
I didn't give you flowers
said there was no extra money
Katya, I've been saving up for a ring all this time
and would buy it on monday

but the black muzzle looks in the face
so bolder pull the trigger
under a hail of blows from the butt, someone's grandfather yelled "no need, son!"
and I said "guys, I need"
but the cannonade was interrupted by a call
this aunt called from Volgograd
I couldn't die even in my sleep

and in the morning I see clearer
lying in a stinking bed
I am the king of useless days
I am the god of a useless week