Em
Again in winter the cold came,
Gone, as usual, hot water.
A7
In the kitchen I warm myself in the fridge all night
D
I am hardened against my will - all bacteria away.
The ceiling is icy, the walls are icy too
Steeper than the native land only with a hammer in the face.
At seven in the morning, it's time to run to your favorite job,
At least to steal something, if only there was something there.
There, they say, in Siberia, at the Tyazhmash plant
The men work the weights, divide the money into a "sabbath".
Our tanks have become lighter, the mortar has become shorter,
But on the other hand, the people are much stronger, more muscular.
And in our workshop for sharpening pins
We have nothing to give to the underground counter.
One salary, and even then not always,
Thank God, there is a car to "push" sometimes.
G D Em
Eh, would anyone give a loan
Am G
Until next winter
D em
And I forgot about it
G D Em A7
Eh, someone would give a loan.
My wife writes a slander at the UN:
"Give me some boiling water in the second microdistrict.
Since we are a single family -
You know, all the dollars are equal, that's why we are relatives. "
Bullshit, we're like a mosquito on their butt
Millions of beggars with a nuclear mace.
And besides, with our Duma, a purely national
How much money don’t give - we are hungry.
Anyone can be pulled into the Senate there,
They do not care that you are, in nature, a national deputy,
Like, repent in front of the people: where, how much and how many times,
Although we are at large, the law is a decree to everything.
Em
Now, if these Yankees with their Jacuzzi and bidet
To our power, communal apartments and native GiBeDeDe.
GiBeDeDe, GiBeDeDe, GiBeDeDe nau,
GiBeDeDe, GiBeDeDe, GiBeDeDe nau,
GiBeDeDe, GiBeDeDe, GiBeDeDe nau,
The Yankees would have died the next day.
Eh, would anyone give a loan
Until next winter
And I forgot about it
Eh, someone would give a loan.
A contagious neighbor threw me hemorrhoids,
Broke down all the walls above my head.
The whole house is jackhammer
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-slippers fall off their feet.
To make the renovation work for nothing,
Hire Moldovans from the village of Rodaru.
In a year, the ceiling will hit you on the head
And the parquet floor between the legs will gradually rise.
We would always have everything for free, so that for free,
Let it be pathetic and clumsy, but a present.
Eh, once again, many, many more,
Whatever we have - it's not all glory to God.
Eh, would anyone give a loan
Until next winter
And I forgot about it
Eh, someone would give a loan.
Yeah, yeah ... Right now, why, the times are not the same,
They don’t lend now,
So you have to think about something yourself
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