2020.05.30.
The past of the 90s
Oo, such a warm breeze is blowing from the northern partOo, how is shining in the sky the domes of Kremlin,
A little Cheliabinsk will I cut out of the marble stone,
From tramplin I will jump headlong into the Russian boot,
Your brilliant red light I’ve been kissing from my birth,
I’ll commit suicide and I’ll be born in Stalin’s time,
Ay ay ayyy, oy oy oyyy,
I’ll Break up my country, I’ll even erase our past,
If the Kremlin praises me,
I’m not alone, Thank God, that
I’m supported by the parish,
When your co-believer caresses you,
But this is a Haven’s grace,
And this song I dedicate it only to you- Yura!
My godfather Yura!
Since I’ve been born I carry respect to Lenin,
Played on the balalaika the simple dances,
May your providence be blessed, your power and virtue,
And brought up by Russian bear
The Algetian whelps,
And if today everybody’s choice is Liberty,
That I be a slave, I suppose I have the right for it too,
Ay ay ayyy, oy oy oyyy
The white roses, the white roses, the red thorns
Blend my Georgian brain
With Russian boots,
Oo, how I wish between me and you
The distance be shortened,
I am Georgian, and therefore – I am,
A part of the Kremlin!!!!!