A keresés eredménye

Sochi

The wind, passing by, will carry
the drunk sparrows from Crimea1
It's hard just to breathe with an air
And to walk and wait wearily, I'm tired there2
 
I'll steal you, I'll steal you at night
I'll drive you, drive you to Sochi3, all right
The wise Moon will hide
Let your parents won't cry, won't cry
 
The yellow leafage is dropping down
There are thousands of girls around
But I don't care about all of them
I wanna you look at me, look at me, damn!
 
I'll steal you, I'll steal you at night
I'll drive you, drive you to Sochi, all right
The wise Moon will hide
Let your parents won't cry, won't cry
 
I'll steal you, I'll steal you at night
I'll drive you, drive you to Sochi, all right
The wise Moon will hide
Let your parents won't cry, won't cry
 
I'll steal you, I'll steal you at night
I'll drive you, drive you to Sochi, all right
The wise Moon will hide
Let your parents won't cry, won't cry
 

• 1.
• 2. it means she's tired
• 3.

Apple trees

As the apple trees blossom
I come to bring you flowers.
You look through the window - I'm already there.
I stand barefooted
and you say: 'So nice of you
to bring me flowers.
Still I don't understand,
what's with your feet ?'
Ah, this morning dew
soaked my sandals,
but at least your eyes
sparkle like two medals.
 
(chorus)
When the apple trees blossom
all the girls like
to be offered flowers,
be they pretty or not-so-pretty!
When the apple trees blossom
all the girls like
to be offered flowers,
they just can't do without.
 
As the apple trees blossom
I come to bring you flowers.
You look through the window - I'm already there,
my hair all disheveled.
and you say: 'So nice of you
to bring me flowers.
Still I don't understand,
what's with your hair?'
Ah, this hairdresser
gave me a haircut in his salon,
but at least I find
my hairdo innovative.
 
(chorus)
 
I just sang you a song
about earthly love.
One more chorus
and I'll be going...
 

Black and white day

Cardiograms of street lights,
I'm walking but I don't feel better.
I'm walking, I'm singing, I want nothing,
I left you but I haven't found anybody.
 
A black and white day is looking into my eyes,
But hardly a tear will fall from these eyes.
A black and white day is looking into my eyes,
But hardly a tear will fall from these eyes.
 
Grey twilights of bare walls,
A vague feeling of sweeping changes -
What else can I offer you in exchange?
I don't love you anymore, my sweet N.
 
A black and white day is looking into my eyes,
But hardly a tear will fall from these eyes.
A black and white day is looking into my eyes,
But hardly a tear will fall from these eyes.
 
A black and white day is looking into my eyes,
But hardly a tear will fall from these eyes.
A black and white day is looking into my eyes,
But hardly a tear will fall from these eyes.
 

Eupatoria

This meltwater
Always reminds me of
What happened that spring
When we met each other
This loud dripping
Reminds me of that April
When there was me and you
And the flowers bloomed for us
 
This first storm
Reminds me of your eyes
In which desire and fear
Played equal parts
We strolled under the moon
The surf whispered songs to us
It was just me and you
In the spa town Eupatoria
 
I'm not going to forget you soon... (8x)
 
But this romance scattered away
As if it were transparent fog
You left for Latvia
I left for Tatarstan
But when the night comes
I'm unable to overcome
The secret desires
To hide my memories.
 
I'm not going to forget you soon... (8x)
 
This meltwater
Always reminds me of
What happened that spring
When we met each other
This loud dripping
Reminds me of that April
In which there was just me and you
In the spa town Eupatoria
 
I'm not going to forget you soon... (8x)
 
Maybe, after twenty (years)
Maybe, after thirty (years)
Maybe, after forty (years)
But not soon
Maybe, after twenty (years)
Maybe, after thirty (years)
Maybe, after forty (years)
But not soon
 
I'm not going to forget you soon... (4x)
 

Trubetskoy

The greatness of the moment will be felt by Russia
The Divine Messiah descended from the pedestal
Magical School of the Mysterious Eye
Savior of rock'n'roll, emperor of jazz!
 
Trubetskoy came to see us!
He is like Mozart, but alive!
Trubetskoy came to see us!
He's like Elvis, but alive!
 
The continuer of the Great Bilan case
Europe looks bravely and hits the drums
Space Cowboy, nephew Gary Moore
Relict hero, not a man - a sculpture
 
Trubetskoy came to see us!
He is like Hendrix, but alive!
Trubetskoy came to see us!
He's like Lennon, but alive!
 
(Trubetskoy ....)
 
Mozart Trubetskoy!
Elvis Trubetskoy!
Hendrix Trubetskoy!
Lennon Trubetskoy!
Janis Trubetskoy!
Freddie Trubetskoy!
Beavis Trubetskoy!
Butt-Head Trubetskoy!
 
Trubetskoy came to see us!
 
Trubetskoy came to see us!
 
Trubetskoy came to see us!
 
Trubetskoy came to see us!
 

Rabcore

The slavish stigma is a common problem:
Minsk, Kiev, Moscow, Astana.
Different surnames - one emblem,
Adolf Vissarionovich Satan!
The tax authorities, the prosecutor's office,
Cops, customs, imperious terror
Greedy rats rip off the skin,
You give sabotage, give a job!
 
Chorus:
 
Rabcore! Rabcore! Rabcore!
Brotherhood, get out of dirty holes!
Rabcore, Rabcore, Rabcore!
Forward to the sun from the dark holes!
 
Bandits in uniform, bandits in the cabinets,
Bandits on business cards, bandits on coins.
Online crime, reality-chanson,
On the flashing lights rolls a crimson gondon.
Political prisoners, the selling femida,
The fire of the Inquisition burns hearts!
The farmyard at the broken trough,
You give sabotage, rabkor to the end!
 
Chorus:
 
Rabcore, Rabcore, Rabcore!
Brotherhood, get out of dirty holes!
Rabcore, Rabcore, Rabcore!
Forward to the sun from the dark holes!
 
Chorus:
 
Rabcore, Rabcore, Rabcore!
Brotherhood, get out of dirty holes!
Rabcore, Rabcore, Rabcore!
Forward to the sun from the dark holes!
 
Rabcore, Rabcore, Rabcore!
Brotherhood, get out of dirty holes!
Rabcore, Rabcore, Rabcore!
Forward to the sun from the dark holes!
 

Pops Whore

How much can you deceive people?
I'm tired of pretending to be a gay clown
Drunk dancing fashionable whores
And what about the interview with ROLLING STONE?
Piglet Funtik with a pink tail
For pounds will come to visit you
 
Chorus:
My old songs will drive me to the coffin
I'm not a rock star, I'm a pop-zob
Your old songs will drive you into the coffin
You're not a rock star, you're a pop-chop
Pops whore! (AAAA !!!!!)
 
My legend is a superpositive
I am an agent of progressive space
Invite to corporate
I'll arrange a holiday at any point of the globe!
Piglet Funtik with a pink tail
For pounds will come to visit you
 
Chorus:
My old songs will drive me to the coffin
I'm not a rock star, I'm a pop-zob
Your old songs will drive you into the coffin
You're not a rock star, you're a pop-chop
Pops whore! (AAAAA !!!!)
 
Tearlim-bombom!
 
Tearlim-bombom!
 
Piglet Funtik with a pink tail
For pounds will come to visit you
 
Chorus:
My old songs will drive me to the coffin
I'm not a rock star, I'm a pop-zob
Your old songs will drive you into the coffin
You're not a rock star, you're a pop-chop
Pops whore!
Pops whore!
Pops whore!
Pops whore!
Pops whore!
 

Clip

You will make a real star
Non-acid song and clip uneasy
Do you want to get on a blue TV?
My ideas are yours! W-e!
 
The girl comes in at night to the bar, and there cops-Lilliputians
A drunken centaur sings on a stage in golden sneakers shod
The girl looks, and instead of bottles - syringes and white powder
The spectator understands: she is a drug addict, she has a galicocidal shock!
 
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In the middle of the forest there is a coffin, and in it there is a naked beauty
Left - a white angel, on the right - a black angel
They drink vodka
The moth flies and carries scales, suddenly a lightning bolt from the sky: BA-BAKH!!!
The man wakes up, the bass sounds, and she has a black heart in her hands!
 
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Giraffe on the roof of TSUM, shooting is from a helicopter
He jumps with a parachute and pours out during the flight
She flies to the Regional Executive Committee, enters the red cabinet
He sits down in an armchair, and on the wall Grigorievich hangs a portrait!
 
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And now - with Jyudi!!!
 
Bouagagaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
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Labouches

In the city of the port, where the acacia bloom,
With you we rested in a fashionable restaurant.
Waiters are wearing vodka decanters,
On the dance floor girls are jumping with Georgians.
 
Labouches are playing pop music,
If you don't love me, I will not endure it!
Labouches try, I louder than them,
If you stop loving me, I'll die without you!
 
I will order a song for you Pugacheva,
How much should I pay - let them sing on a new one!
Waiters smear black caviar,
And I'm hating her and louder than all!
 
Labouches are playing pop music,
If you don't love me, I will not endure it!
Labouches try, I louder than them,
If you stop loving me, I'll die without you!
 
The police came, and I'm on the table
I dance as a dancer on a ship.
Don't twist your wrists, militonchik young,
Let me say goodbye to my dear!
 
Labouches are playing pop music,
If you don't love me, I will not endure it!
Labouches try, I louder than them,
If you stop loving me, I'll die without you!
And if you stop loving me, I'll die without you!
And if you stop loving me, I'll die without you!
 

Men don't cry

There will be luck. Zheka, you know
Can it be otherwise
The sun will open its arms
Oh, oh, ooh... you can swim
 
There will be luck. Zheka, you know
Men don't cry
These are tears from the wind, these are tears from the ashes
Oh, ooh, ooh... you need to forget
 
Swallows swirl, clowns laugh
Children grow up, gopniks fight
Life is beautiful, everything is fine
Very good
 
Swallows swirl, clowns laugh
Children grow up - from the other
Life is beautiful, everything is fine
Wait a second, wait a second
 
There will be luck. The sky in diamonds
Strawberries in the country
The wind is warming and it is already easier for us
Oh, oh, oh... you can't drink
 
There will be luck. Zheka, we are strong
Keep filing
Lime color will color the avenues
Oh, oh, oh ... yes, what to say
 
Swallows swirl, clowns laugh
Children grow up, gopniks fight
Life is beautiful, everything is fine
Very good
 
Swallows swirl, clowns laugh
Children grow up - from the other
Life is beautiful, everything is fine
Wait a second, wait a second
 
Swallows swirl, clowns laugh
Children grow up, gopniks fight
Life is beautiful, everything is fine
Very good
 
Swallows swirl, clowns laugh
Children grow up - from the other
Life is beautiful, everything is fine
Wait a second, wait a second
Wait a second, wait a second
Wait a second, wait a second
 

Putinaroda

Putinaroda leads forward, long live a new day!
Every member of the society gets up, you see a mighty shadow?
Putinaroda, you can't go back, higher, louder, stronger!
Homeland, church, work, family, the song is more friendly!
 
Chorus:
Putinaroda, putinaroda - mountains, seas and forests!
Putinaroda, putinaroda - bread, milk, sausage!
Putinaroda, putinaroda - a bar, judo, badminton!
Putinaroda, putinaroda - brick, iron, concrete!
 
Putinaroda, from the darkness into the light, the star lit on the tower!
The Mongol, the narrow-eyed neighbor is trembling, the pussy came!
Multichannel phone rings - joy, delight, comfort!
Year chanson, golden gramophone, art, science, sport!
 
Chorus:
Putinaroda, putinaroda - space, rocket, Mars!
Putinaroda, putinaroda - salary, credit, advance payment!
Putinaroda, putinaroda - oil, coal, gas!
Putinaroda, putinaroda - the law, the directive, the decree!
 
Putinaroda, putinaroda! (X5)
 

The Dragon and the Eagle

Again celebrating Ivan Kupala
About Belosrusskaya
Most Georgian Butyrsky shaft
Fern flower night I sought
 
Where is my mother where my Zelya?
Basile was, and became Emelya.
I wander through the world like a dog blahasty
And in Minsk waiting for sick dad.
 
Chorus:
 
White clouds, the black angel!
Old enemies - the dragon and the eagle!
White clouds, the black angel!
Old enemies - the dragon and the eagle!
 
Angry boor Shklovski Pan
Born Belarusians - became a gypsy
Whip around the world at the Crane-bikes
Merry nativity scene, speak the mystery.
 
Where is my Pavlik? Where is my Olga?
Play, musician, polka stray!
Trampled boots, worn out their looks
To return home, the thief Sergei!
 
White clouds, the black angel!
Old enemies - the dragon and the eagle!
White clouds, the black angel!
Old enemies - the dragon and the eagle!