Our power (as a whole) is beautiful and powerful,
But we have here, close to home, there are a bunch of garbage.
And a bunch of reason no one cleans.
She lies and smells. Sharp said - it stinks!
It bums extracted glass and aluminum,
Cigarette butts and couture flaws,
Hover over it a bird, fly planes,
Noise around the capital, around hard at work,
Thunder lightning over it, under it the subway rumbles -
And none of the infection does not want to remove it.
Nobody does not love her, no one does not abandon.
For this - fucking! - A bunch of no one answers.
Although there is light at the responsible persons -
They affaires to the waist, to call them:
They are building something, their hands are not for boredom,
They have some accidents on day four of them,
They then there exploded, burned, drowned,
Then there is something washed away, flooded, debris,
They build dams and scatter the clouds,
They work in the chest - here we are with some bunch!
And I understand them. Well, there would be heaps
Well, is used was the life steadily and better?
We did b are closer to the achievement of the ideal?
Only, of course, would be smaller stank.
But we have become accustomed, sniffed, I suppose.
After all, a lot of that today smacks of bad.
We're watching TV - and nothing, channel,
And because of it, is not so still stinks.
And in the general atmosphere, in a reckless spree
No, no and yes whiff tuhlyatinkoy yesterday.
But we're not squeamish: this training!
Helps us survive the bad smell.
And what other smelly, then we are quite good.
You'll see, we'll start our bunch more proud of:
What's the best in the world, this can not be found anywhere else ...
And it will certainly not a bunch, and our totem fetish!
Historians argue where a bunch began,
And she arose when formed:
When Nicholas I il Alexander III -
And come to her will with excursions children ...
Everything is just fine sarcasm and fermentation.
And life continues victorious movement.
Progress can not be stopped, and we are anxious to be implemented
In the world of nanotechnology and bold innovation.
And our something wagon Europe is catching up.
Here are a heap wrong - yet stinks.
But believe me, comrade, we'll be more.
We, too, will become clearer, we too will come to the people!
And the world will be united, and the bright and open,
Beautiful, fair, rich, clean, well-fed.
Golden Age comes, we take some rest, sufferers.
And a bunch will be removed. It is not we - the Chinese.
Chinese!
Chinese, Chinese, Chinese ...
(That bird cry ...)
Chinese ...
Chinese ...