Текст песни Женя Любич - Кризис Момента

I have a question to the President,
How to break this crisis moment,
When there is not a single ruble, shit or Euro,
And the fate of credit has long been interrupted?
And what to do when I do not pick
One of five billion,
Ordinary citizens of this planet,
How do you know where I am, and where are you?

Who will heal my wounds?
What will replace me happiness?
Where to find the meridians?
How to get into this suit me?

I'll go with your question
Right in the injury - let them look:
Fractures of the soul everywhere,
And my heart beat of the dishes,
There I will make an x-ray,
It will show that "no problem"
But critical thoughts swarm
Do not leave me alone ...

I do not need science candidates -
They can die of boredom,
The astronauts do not need me,
They say they are not too gentle.
I, probably, no one will -
No poet, no artist of lonely,
I therefore came to the president
With personal crisis such a moment.