Текст песни Электрические Партизаны - Губернатор Губит Город

Passed dough to full odor
Crawling out of a hangover degree
So insulting - everything was destroyed in St. Petersburg-sold,
And in Shepetovka there is no status

Filled hate to the Great City
Or a glass, or a black funnel
Governor's brain strains from Bokun
And on the whole brain - the golden crown

Tired of free-rigs and legitreers
What about the song "Underground Front"
Maybe just demolish everything to the damn mother?
No, for the governor it is somehow not fine!

But I will not forgive nor a metric
My beloved gas scribe
Gorodishko - ugh! - takes from laughing hysterics
Would you all go here until the last house

Governor Rubit City
Having fallen in the morning
On the table, glasses ring
Fill pockets
Governor ruins the city ......

To remove the cultural and political essence
And in silks, yes, in wine there is still afraid
It is not enough to simply deprive the historical
It is necessary to deprive urban status!

Intelligentsia dust we quickly cool
We introduce here a cute heart order
No, we will no longer build a square
We will share Shepetovsky beds on them

Tomatoes there yes cucumbers
Summer for Moonshine,
And in Nevsky yes by foundry
All of the joy launch a pig race

City Rubit Governor
Everything is grinding all NATO
Worse than fascist war
And Alcaids terrorists
The city is ruined by the governor ....

Even the head has ceased to hurt -
Hurry to the balcony, dropping chairs:
"Hey, city, wake up! You are no longer a city! "
Shrieked too loudly -
Top of something slipped,
And then on her head - Sosila ...