Текст песни Елена Магура - 90. 2.0

Spit in the washesian puddle,
Wine tent on the platform, -
everything is as in the 90s, friends,
Your neighbor is still in OMON,
All the same Khrushchev with an entrance,
where the first injection was made
and on the asphalt scab
"Dick" - it is written in chalk again.
Sat down on the bench at the mail,
sweat, whiskey gives echo
no longer remember who exactly
In the Gypsy farm drove away.
Neighborgs my husband -
In the hooks on a strict under Pskov.
Everything is as in the 90s, friends,
Comparable everything with the first prick ...
And the night will sump stolen,
And windows put the cigarettes,
and tentacles from the streets
stretch the alleys,
On your throat, you will close
and the throat it will distribute
and in the dead pupils stirred
Shadows of closed buildings.
The soul will fly away reluctantly
all woven of steam -
And here are the waters
Public urinal.