We arrived at half past seven
They were leaving the house from here to you
We were greeted sincerely (frankly) by the rich
With mayor, MPs and KAMAZ flowers
Hugs, two hugs, guard of honor
Bongeur, Mr Tonic, let your ball go
Mercy, décor, commie-coms, sovou, monsie Fozzy
Artim, Victor, Kitty, Delya, Basson and Yarik
A bunch of limousines, congratulations from the Georgians
SMS from mom, from Bush, parcel
Know Mummy Troll, funk in assortment
Hello, beautiful De Gaulle Airport
And the tufts, tufts, tufts are gone
And the tufts, tufts, tufts are gone
And the tufts, tufts, tufts are gone
Let's sing, guys, quiet, because now they will take away
II
The night is moonlit, starry, clear
Words, do not forget the words
And yet "not yet dead", Red Ruta
Hop-stop and Boshetunmay
Debertz, concert, football, ping pong and, of course, ska
Adam, Ahmet, Rustem, Ruslan, Mahomet and Beck
The arabes scattered around, a flock walking here
"What is the fate of the thief"
The ocean has spilled, the oysters are blowing
But it does not bother, because it goes ah-na-no
When the dish is fresh, we add salt
So with life - Long live touring!
III
If there is a question, what is the bobblehead here?
What was meant and what were the X's
So we are quickly erecting all the hype
All of this is nothing, (it's) just a report
