Текст песни Александр Столетний - Врут

They say that we started to live better
They say prices will go down
They say that the salary will be raised
They say. Yes you know they lie

A new morning has begun on the collective farm
Muska purred in the window
How disgusting to get up to work
How jealous of your own cat

They say the roads will be repaired
They say that the guys will be removed
They say taxes will be canceled
They say. Yes you know they lie

And the main news on the collective farm
That the Petrovs got an apartment
And a thought swirls over me like a fly
Everything about how to nail the foreman

They say. Gas will be provided this summer
They say. That they are in a hurry
But as soon as you look into their eyes
You understand what exactly ... they lie

And on the collective farm Semyonich got drunk
He gave the foreman in the face
And whispered around for a week
That he is not enough for a scoundrel

They say Moiseev gives birth
And Luzhkov is not taken to a gay club
They say Ivan Dorn writes poetry
They say they smile. lie

And on the collective farm on the benches
They gnaw grandma's seeds
They say everything differently
Their words keep me awake

They say that there will be no gap
They say. What a carrot whip
Putin will ascend the throne for the third time
How I would like to believe. What lies