Текст песни Александр Фролов - Золотые купола

Golden domes,
Belfry of the Tsar Bell
Sacristy and image,
From this ripples in the eyes ...
Everything sparkles and shines
Well, may God forgive me
Like a Christmas tree
 For the elite in the Underworld ...
And behind this tinsel
 Hopeless gloom and howl.
Howls in the darkness Tom Freak
- This Russia is a simple folk.

Forever pathos Russia
Proud like a goose!
Centuries, years passed,
It has always been so.
Today, though there are nuances,
Let it be otherwise - the same dances:
You fifty kopeck, invalid?
You, dear, illiquid ...
Sick, fired, beggar?
Stomp immediately to the cemetery ...
In the consumer basket
 Only old lady's tears.

There are dudes in the pubs
Drinking millions
And in unheated jackets
 The old women swell with hunger.
Like dogs
 Flocks of scurrying Tajiks.
It’s hard for all of them in a foreign land
Grab someone b for a thigh!
Who are the cops and who are the bandits
 Only the rangers know.
Private house, also with a garden?
Get out - the Olympics!

What is Moscow City?
Sorry for the comparison,
The same gold domes.
And beneath them - blah blah blah
Tinder their bazaars at lunchtime
 Suddenly emerged Khazars,
Our country is devouring,
Like a veal chop ...
Once again, the capital is in a hyper traffic jam,
So, to the Kremlin on Rublevka
 Rushing on his taxi
President of All Russia ...

Golden domes,
Belfry of the Tsar Bell
Sacristy and image,
Why ripples in the eyes ...
Well sparkle yourself, shine
God forgive me!
Well, sparkle, sparkle shine!
God forgive us all!

(Alexander Frolov)