Текст песни Я - Песня про родину и Александра Соколова

I live in Russia, the twentieth year
I invented some kind of life I
I want to live in a normal country,
And do not share the last piece of bread

The officials, mayors,
which is now really no number
bring the pain
What a shame that we have such a poor country

Ave: You got drafted into the army
    What is your fault
    What do you live in a country where there is no more happiness
    What's that rainy day in May, and he was so
    You took a different life for a whole year
    You drafted into the army
    What is your fault
    What is life without color
    There you had the
    What's that rainy day in May, and he was a
    You lost everything, as much as a whole year

Let them say that it is an honor to serve,
They do not know life at all
Who needs such a country
It is a pity it

And once again suffering
Which almost no number
And there is no desire to fight
What a shame that we have such a poor country

Ave: You got drafted into the army
    What is your fault
    What do you live in a country where there is no more happiness
    What's in this hot summer day, and he is such a
    You wait another citizen almost three hundred days
    You drafted into the army
    What is your fault
    What is life without color
    There you had the
    What's in this hot summer day, and he is such a
    You wait another citizen almost three hundred days

Ave: You got drafted into the army
    What is your fault
    What do you live in a country where there is no more happiness
    What's in this hot summer day, and he is such a
    You wait another citizen almost three hundred days
    You drafted into the army
    What is your fault
    What is life without color
    There you had the
    What's in this hot summer day, and he is such a
    You wait another citizen almost three hundred days