Текст песни Игорь Сивак - Дикие гуси

Cutting gentlemen,
By modest business class,
Transit fly from Vienna,
What will Africa meet us?
Here they rule alone satrapy,
Although they are neither herring.
We go here in the ladder,
Porter giving tea.

Martini is good, however,
That "Mr." is name, then "sir".
Not led to them, poor fellow,
What Sir is from the USSR.
Satrap for the life of "half
Never give me -
Outside the city waiting for the turntables
And our main luggage.

Chorus:
The question is not worth it - such work -
Shoot or not shoot.
We can arrange coups
And we can suppress them.
We will never be written about us in the Union,
So stronger, calmly sleeps the depreciation,
So, we are also "wild geese",
Dagger of developed socialism.

Go continuously loads
With weapons and grain.
What union pluses -
We do not argue about that.
Children blow from hunger
Not ours, not because of us.
Dictator for everything will answer
There is an oral order.

Chorus.

In the morning, the country will wake up,
On the throne already different.
No one will give up
Where was the first hero.
And the new one started to swear
What a course with Moscow one.
He knows that maybe
We will also come for him.

Chorus.