Текст песни Рубикон - В гостях у сказки - Железная хватка родины

On their land all alone, like a sentry
I would like to breathe in deeply the sky ...
I would like to see more, but his eyes were wet for a long time.
True Grit Homeland squeezed your throat.

You just got out of the ghetto, and Homeland rights;
So you are not the place where the grass grows.
And you have a hungry look, and the howling of Neanderthal man.
True Grit Homeland break your fingers.

And above all the capitals of the earth tube pipe.
"They are the harbingers of love, they want it.
Well, love, mad bird does not fly over the capital.
Flies with continuity of the Volga and to other provinces.

I blew a kiss to the Motherland.
A Homeland in response sends me curse
She said to me: "Well, well, my dear, do not spoil!
You should have enough commercial luck. "

And the angels all together turn into devils.
Around everything changes and we are not the same ...
And you do not want any prayer or flee
Homeland iron grip you do not take.