Текст песни Soxx - про Китай

Among the millions of yellow faces
Far from ancestors and friends, Kirkorov's crisis and other rubbish all.
Half a hundred people, every day until the seventh sweat, bring something else into Chinese culture.
Dancers. Musicians. Clowns and acrobats.
We don't know where to find bread.
But we know Chinese mats.
And while relaxing in a karaoke bar, from them and worries, we remember that someone loves and waits at home.
Everything is unusual here. And it's not a secret for anyone: if something is illogical, it means "Made in China".
People walk in formation.
Three-wheeled vehicles.
Women on motorcycles and a man hugging a man.
This is their life. This is their right.
Everyone has their own great uncle Mao in their heads.
And what is to us ?! They settled. They fed. We live. We do not know about what, but we sing Chinese songs.

But the holidays are on a grand scale.
If it's May 9, then we are waving the flag.
If Ivana-Kupala, then we are bathing someone.
If there is no holiday, then we are just drinking.
And work is work. You can't run anywhere.
If you stuck it somewhere, you already pissed off the bosses.
Rehearsals. Show. Parades.
Every weekend, like a vacation, is welcome.
And again these stories with kebabs.
In the morning, someone with a hangover. Someone with bruises.
Week later. Another begins.
And again a shot at Mol. The show goes on.

And autumn will scatter everyone at home.
Will we see you again? Only Buddha knows.
If we meet again, we will remember this chant.
But I sing in Russian, and you loshars learn the chorus: DD