About stability
In the local Palace of Culture today a full house,
But not the one that Sold Out, but slag from the box.
Money is swollen, the budget is cut,
The country is dumbing, there are no new geniuses!
And in the garage, a potential Cobain,
Glue sniffs from hopelessness.
The radio is an old topic again,
Vitya, Kostyan, Yurets and Valera.
So reliably everything became real
What seems soon to be petrified.
After all, even the road near the house at the entrance,
They repair it once a year at the marked place.
We don’t need any more unpretentious changes,
We will soon turn into pure matter.
The peak of development, grandfathers never dreamed
Cultural stagnation, crisis, stability.
The news as usual every day groans,
Ah yes we, well done, the rest - gan @ # $ us,
Everywhere everything sucks, but not with us,
We have a peninsula, rockets and gas.
Karoche, I'm happy, I like everything
You won’t be bored - everything is cool in the country.
In a nearby store, vodka for a stock,
And "in the mouth fuck @ # whether we are your sanctions ..."
