Текст песни Гражданин Поэт - Холод Собачий

There was a time - the heat,
But the heat has passed.
Minus thirty in the morning,
Just not enough.

Cold plate presses -
And the night and dawn.
The whole country under the heel,
But not someone specific.

It is useless to flee
On marshy, say:
Our Motherland
We do not make a beach.

It is useless to blame
The tricks of dishonest,
It is useless to change
St. Petersburg at local,

And hope, eh,
That someone will be removed ...
Our main pain
Called climate.

He is everywhere and in everything,
How to Sovdepiia hammer.
We carry with them
This internal cold.

From youngsters to the old women
We all squeezed ice floes,
A posetuesh aloud -
Immediately screeching: "Go away!".

This is the main answer
Our internal unrest.
Place no complaints
In this cold lyutom.

Inappropriate words
How Antarctic bird.
Two state -
Curse and be proud of.

Wake up at five,
Wade slurp,
Say, ruff your mother!
Just not enough.

What help could be?
What had saved:
At least some heat -
Just not enough.

All each other hard
Obscene word
All fright look
At any living.

Pinned all winter -
None of the lumen, or God.
But really crap!
That's really a lot of this.