Текст песни Рубль - Олимпиада

It's silly to pray with our faces
Here the police do not save cops
Heads balls against walls
The gods left, but the athletes remained

Our God is a long dead!
Our God is a long dead!
Our God is a long dead!

Maybe we should not? - No, Fedya, I have to
Our whole life Olympics
There will be groans and howls in the music
If you fight, it means alive

Our God is a long dead!
Our God is a long dead!
Our God is a long dead!

We are our destinies horseshoes rot
And burn the Olympic flame
We fucking rotten stories swear
But out of habit, huyachim more and more

Our God is a long dead!
Our God is a long dead!
Our God is a long dead!