Текст песни ССО Сковорода - Северный Плесецк

From St. Petersburg to Moscow
The detachment recovered,
I wanted to work there,
Raise the capital.
And Novikov said -
"Everybody has a job!"
But he deceived us
And he did not allow us to eat.
Gilev questioned the question,
Spodvig detachment to move.
Fondue assembled his shmona,
MOESK had to throw.
"You threw ..."
There was a question where
The detachment will leave,
Frying Pan Squad,
Where would she like it?
We called Karpov,
We called Kalyambe,
To whom only we
For three days they did not call.
We talked with Landysh,
With Bez rubbed,
And that's what they told us -
"There is a northern Plesetsk,
The Secret Cosmodrome,
The Secret Cosmodrome! "
Kalamba said that there
Rockets fly back and forth,
Rockets fly back and forth,
Missiles fly back and forth
Up down…
Comrade from Kazakhstan
The censorship did not pass,
I had to leave it
In Moscow, with a detachment of Foxes.
Now
From Skorovody Bald-Commander Fox ...
Leave here
From fucking Moscow,
Frying Pan
From the banks of the Neva.
From soft cots
In the mosquito debris,
Where is the nuclear reactor
And the cosmos to the knees.
Peaceful, baby, you're just a space ...
Here instead of watch - white PAZZIK,
And someone does not know what a toilet is.
Today porridge - tomorrow sausages,
Temchik looks wet pussy.
Here with us hang guys from GOST,
The necessary tool to get is not so simple.
Every second shift without fingers again,
Time after time we will repeat.