Текст песни SOZVEZDIE - Серпом по яйцам

Filtering pathetic clinking first five
 The shooting of the former division commanders and the rank and file
 And twilight viscous prison cell
 Manya innocent fear barely alive

 The collective farm tractor on a native village
 Hungry wind, without faith, for the Cossacks
 Basement bullet of a young Princess
 Bosyatskim drunken stupor on the fist.

 Megalomania of unhealthy nerves
 Decrees are not giving yourself a nap
 All this was so, only forty-one
 My country all went to war

 Sickle in the balls, so the shoe on the podium
 A corn freedom of the camps
 Oblique stone, searchlight on the full moon
 Stagnation for almost thawed, sons

 Queue extinct shopping
 Rocket in the sky, so the taiga BAM
 And then on the restructuring of the scoop with a basket
 Dam in the Volga, "dawn" let the Oka

 More and publicity, but all on the same nerves
 And Russian rock on all who "went to sleep"
 All this was, but in the ninety-first
 My country went all trade.