Текст песни Борис Циммерман - Свобода

Freedom is such a fuckin like death
There, the Sun, which hangs and shines in the sky
There are twenty lemons degrees Celsius-on
Well, do not slow down, I will remember forever young

Freedom as a line of the Central Committee
Will snap his fingers - end up "oops!" and "etaaa!"
"Dumb" and "scrap", and "then", and "oh well, in kind!"
"Up!" - he will say - you will fall asleep even on the ice, even on the embrasure

It sticks out stronger than the tram and gzhelka.
The bullet is afraid, the bayonet does not take. Bloodhound
Off the track. (???) I will be given a branch
Exodus from Egypt and escape from Shawshank.

There are people, their banner is love, they are in the best universes
They build walls, they hang carpets on the walls
And they lay down parquet, and on top they cover everything with varnish
I put them on the parquet, and I saw them all with cancer

We eat salty porridge on the beach of Kronstadt
You probably read the gates of hell for me, right?
So here's my Lord, here's my sword and here's my dick in your mouth
Word from the heart, from the throat of a bird -

freedomaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ...