Текст песни missis Garrison - moscow2

those who have lived a quarter of their lives in a hostel
those who rent a house in ruined places all their lives, at terminal stations,
where minorities settle the cream of immigration,
chepetsk kirov nizhniy elista.
the capital where everything is so expensive that aunts from the office in heels run between the cars
everything is free in decathlon, bifidonics in Auchan
wi-fi_FREE_zone in McDuck, in the subway behind someone or from above - we are bastards!
the stories of the poor, their tears, their hearts do not touch,
son died, got sick, but don't give a fuck, that's their job
the main thing is not to wander around the city hungry
we are thieves, freaks and gopniks
deportation for a couple of years dorota by order of the party with a mustache.
olinevich will come out - it will be over thirty for me and trembling on the skin.
I bought an ice cream for sasha, and we will not know Mikola for more than four years
zakhar, silivonchik, vetkin you are finished
it will be very difficult for you to live in Minsk. I tell you exactly
fucking will be when the miracle of the economy collapses
no maze squirrels in the kingdom of sasha and knee