Текст песни Вадим Фомин - все равно ничего не изменишь

sad in the morning lying in a damp trenches
frozen thoughts ... colorless wet wool
like courage, the soldiers? a willingness to tear your ass
for the good uncle cozy Kremlin chambers

No, I'm not one of those who are for peace and human rights
I'm not against violence under the sun
... I smoked on the floor in transition legless cripple
and the birthplace of the old cap dropped her gold coins

for which he had fought the soldiers for what homeland
it has long been sold, and a good rate
for that youngsters gave their lives under fire
uncles to share and do not interfere with the power and resources

at someone's funeral will slide relatives and neighbors
we are used to ... have a ghostly consolation fetish
Do you believe in cardboard guarantors and polar bears
Well trust me something that still does not change