Текст песни Стас Борецкий - Кризис

Leaves huddle closer to the ground
Because they are afraid of the night
I myself see these clouds.
And you know, I'm very scared.

Drops from the sky, drip-drip and puddle
And behind the puddle, another right there.
And what do these puddles need
It won't get any worse anyway.

The crisis has struck and there is no escape
There is no escape, even jump from the steep ...
All yours right now and to the place of zeal, look what clouds are suitable.
Look, what a saber flashed, how many heads it cut off at once,
And behind the saber, a drop fell, the huckster's blood washed off the asphalt.

Another cloud flashed over there,
The banker's head rolled.
Nothing could be worse
The bank's video disappeared from the air.

Don't go to your ass, it's too late
He will certainly show affection
But the stars will not hear the prayer.
Early brother did you believe in a fairy tale