Hungry, Half-dressed, Poor, Unsuitable, Homeless and childless ... The country is cracked - My Abyss - Hopeless, Fate cut ...
Take me away from these winters, Aunt Zina - There, where the water of the lowlands Do not interfere with gasoline, Where my mouth is gaped, Do not pull the rubber, And in the shops - Nothing but a dogwood ... I want to Brazil - Umchu - but at least on ZIL - And here like an ultrasound scan - I see everything through the blue sky ... From parasites with xivas, Psychos and violence - Take me away! Take me away from Russia! .. I’ll burn the bridges, Later I can cool off - My Naidu monastery at the junction of the Centuries is in the desert ... Taste of melon I will remember, And as we fired into the bonfires Empty cartridges - Just a little - in the bushes, On wounds patches , And how we boasted to each other ... And how difficult it was for me on the red sheet ... Lord, why did I need these crutches? .. Three years in the hospital - Guests were - With pains sharp My bones ached ... And these shots, Yards in the dust Or Pharmacies with expired medicines ... And who needs a disabled person Among the elite? .. After all, I’m already forgotten - I’m forgotten in the country! .. Soul pus kai hurts, Heart pulls with a magnet ... But I'll leave - how to drink to give - And we will even ...
Hungry, Half-dressed, Poor, Unworthy, Homeless and childless ... Country cracked - My Abyss - Hopeless, Fate cut ... Hungry, Half-dressed, Poor, Unworthy, Homeless and childless ... Country cracked - My Abyss - Hopeless, fate cut ...
Again these bumps, Pits, impassability ... Tired, but stubbornly I will appear at the foot of the Temple ... And it might not be appropriate to climb out of my skin unceasingly - Dawn will catch me Where the field with rye has grown together with heaven ... And suddenly anxious so it will become In my soul - What are you, Russia-Mom? .. You can’t be stricter already - To your sons like a stepmother - Hug me with your blue sky And I will pay! .. They all beg for drunken things ... my years wandering With a heart beaten, And You let your Atheists into the house, a crow - With the bosses Everything is unlucky - Appoint them - They strip off - Answering, shrug - Extraordinary sorrow! .. Meet me in May - In the tea room, Happiness by chance not tea With a desperate cry of seagulls In a strange berth ... What time, people, They will buy us? .. Will the hour come, So that we do not trample And do not beat with your whips, Orthodox Russia? .. Do not die - I beg! - I'll be there! - I'll give my life - I swear! .. Hungry, Half-naked, Poor, Unsuitable, Homeless and childless ...
The country is cracked - My Abyss is Hopeless, Cut by fate ... Hungry, Half-dressed, Poor, Worthless, Homeless and childless ... Country is cracked - My Abyss - Hopeless, Cut by fate
