Текст песни Егор Летов - Повезло

It's dearer to die in your home country
My only chance is to be stronger
But from the taiga to the British seas
The red army is the strongest
And my shrine in the palms of the enemy
Snow and blizzard in my cradle
And I'm as defenseless as a white rag
I'm the shittiest person on earth

And I keep on and on and on
Deeper and tighter, lower and nastier

Lucky!
I'm so lucky!

Cheap tragedies inside the corral
They outlawed us
And the sun is shining, the kids are playing
And they kill us with houses, coffins
With words, beds, lovers,
With the hardened grimaces of the saints
Cold punks leave in rows
Over the broken bottles to the paid paradise

Farther and farther and quieter and lower
And deeper and tighter and drier and nastier ...

Lucky!
They are so lucky!

But if this life is so unlucky
So in the next one you may be a little more lucky
And when there is nothing left to lose
We will cry and stupidly say: "Shit!"
Staying alive for a good reason
That in a country like this one should die
Continuing to cherish your belly
Salivating everyone likes to live

Farther and farther and quieter and lower
And deeper and tighter and drier and nastier ...

Lucky!
We are so lucky!
Everyone is so lucky!