С нами путин и христос текст песни

Обновлено: 19.09.2024

Сколько ни будет пройдено,
Не забуду до смертного часа
Утренние глаза моей родины
Цвета парного мяса.
Мысли долги, да руки коротки,
Чо-то хочется, а вот хренушки,
Да повсюду усы и бороды
С крошками родимого хлебушка.
Эх, собрать бы те крошки в пригоршню
Да кинуть небесным Ангелам,
Да крикнуть: спасайте ребятушки,
Отмойте Россию набело
Да побрейте Россию наголо,
Что ж мы такие наглые.
Куда ж вы летите, Ангелы,
Чего вы хотите, Ангелы?

No matter how much has been passed,
Do not forget to the hour of death
Morning eyes of my homeland
Fresh meat color .
Thoughts debts, but his hands are short,
Cho is desirable, but hrenushki ,
Yes everywhere mustaches and beards
With some bread crumbs birthmark .
Oh, they would collect a handful of crumbs
Yes throw the heavenly angels,
Yes shout rescue lads ,
Wash Russian Anew
Yes shave shaved Russia ,
Well we are arrogant .
Where did you fly , Angels ,
What do you want , the Angels ?

Who wept over us not ,
Holy mother of Russia?
Though the Lord gave me the gift and ,
I will not attempt to describe .
This hill is crazy ,
These holidays to tears.
Against us , and a horde of darkness
With us, Putin and Christ !

Tattoo heart-rending songs ,
Sneakers worn to holes ,
In the morning already ugandoshennye
Epileptic domino ,
Nemudreny pattern vomit
On the platform somewhere in Bitsa ,
I look and think, here it is,
What is worth to suffer and fight !
This is our darling , eternal,
This is our favorite very much,
Cucumber , transverse,
McDonald's is not surrendering .
All course looks shitty ,
But one day everything would ,
And then we will be rewarded handsomely
And only a hundredfold.

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