Текст песни Премия Дарвина - Снова снег идёт

Again the snow goes in the cities of Russia,
Again the winds cut the wires somewhere,
From Kaliningrad and to Chukotka
White color is covered with a Russian map.
Trains - Roads carry you there
Where you were not, but you feel like at home:
This is your country! This is my country!

Again the snow goes, like a year ago.
I am not afraid of me - I'm not a dinosaur!
Healthy spirit and body; As Darwin would say, -
"You are alive, which means you did everything right in your life!".
What would he say about Russian communism,
When did everyone feel like a cage of the body?
Not for the natural selection, our grandfathers beat,
And for a wide scope for a dream and for life.
But someone cumshot replaced him with fake spacing,
And someone stupid did not think and became someone with a repeat,
And someone indifferent silently earned money,
And someone is Charles Darwin, and he is all before Fenia.
And I looked out the window, the glass is closer and closer
And there - the snow goes, which I do not see ...
Brought a healthy body about the body: how snowflakes are worn
I see only wearing glasses on the bridge.
Why did grandfathers fought under the guise of dreams?
For ensuring that their grandchildren died from drugs?
American jeans? Cheap body humor?
In order to mow under blacks? For "black boomer"? -
Not! - They fought, so that you saw this snow!
This is not someone's victory - the victory of everyone who lived there!
The strength of Russia is in unity, our veil.
Darwin died, and therefore, somewhere allowed a mistake.

Again there is snow, and far from the news of the century,
What these precipitations for someone will be faithful.
Someone will spend everything to shove everything
And in fact easier to wait to melted
This white mound. Every year cough and runny nose,
And I go and think that a lot was in vain,
Well, on the other hand, these expanses of Russia ...
I changed not one city, I lived not one winter.
And melted snow as melted and relationships
I watched people from decisions.
Soreli city in Neon, in white turmoch,
Under the legs - a crunch, in the ears - Player, I go home.
Stop! And where is the house? Winter reminds:
One told me: "Vladimir", but there are only roots.
Another sow something about the capital,
But he left her, often visiting his thoughts.
Somewhere near Moscow met a new winter.
But not one already - I met with my beloved!
And never leave this country
Snow is going again, I'll go with him.
In the morning, afternoon, at night - at any time.
Roads This snow and homeland two guys from the "Prize".
And both on the finish direct acceleration,
Between heaven and hello choose Paradise rather!