Satellite
Part 1
I sit on the roof, attaching the ball to fear.
I'll nail the suction cup - the view will be good.
And when the wire is wound,
Then you get a good antenna.
My usual antenna neighbor has long prop,
The parabolic plate was banned by the executive committee
For aesthetic reasons, as it spoils the rural landscape.
Through the self-made antenna various infection is visible:
Then CNN, then the BBC, and sometimes all at once.
Only the Patsy-Vatsy show is visible best of all,
But I already have this show right here!
Chorus
Across the endless expanses my companion flies,
Your lone voice above the Earth is heard.
And if suddenly an evil neighbor does not drink my ball,
And if his fool's son doesn't kill me with a shovel,
Then I will watch Playboy, not the green monster Patsu-Vatsu.
Part 2
Everyone knows that my neighbor made sense of his prop.
It always seems to him that the enemy has surrounded us.
But also everyone knows that he watches Patsu-Vatsu regularly.
He dug a deep trench in the garden,
He put barbed wire on the barn, the bathhouse and the barn,
And so that the enemy did not climb, did not feed his dog for three weeks.
He hung riot helmets on all the trees,
To scare the opposition into the woods,
And like Gandalf he sleeps without closing his eyes.
Chorus
Across the endless expanses my companion flies,
Your lone voice above the Earth is heard.
And no Paci-Vaci will be able to silence him,
For he is a free voice, a free voice.
And if the utility company does not try to turn off the electricity,
And if the house does not burn down, and the heart does not tire of beating,
Then I’ll be watching Playboy, not the fun Paci-Vaca program. Yeah.
The middle
Choir:
Paca-Vaca, Paca-Vaca, Playboy.
Paca-Vaca, Paca-Vaca, Playboy.
Muscovite choir:
We are funny jellyfish, we look like watermelons.
Jazzman:
M-pa pe ba, pa bu da bu da pa du da.
Host:
Hello - dog Ibrahim!
Dog Ibrahim:
Gaw-gaw, gaw. Yeah. M-ah. W-ah.
Chorus
Across the endless expanses my companion flies,
Your lone voice above the Earth is heard.
And no Paci-Vaci will be able to silence him,
For he is a free voice, a free voice.
Across the endless expanses my companion flies,
Your lone voice above the Earth is heard.
And no Paci-Vaci will be able to silence him,
For he is a free voice, a free voice.
Don't burn him in the furnace, don't kill him with a shovel,
His neighbor will not get drunk and the housing and communal services will not be banned,
And I'll watch Playboy, because it doesn't suck,
It’s not Paca-Vaca at all, no, it’s not Paca-Vaca to you.
