Текст песни Сатана Печёт Блины - Аршавин

it's not our problems but yours
if you do not like something fuck off
want victories pain but not for us
for us sick dollar oil and gas

For us Rosneft is sick and the gas industry
what kind of football? we just padded with rowing
I saved up for a private jet
since then I began to give a damn about the account

I began to give a damn about everything
love fans cache will not bring
I walk around the field as if I had a jab of morphine
advertising chips and that's what the pros do.

on the back of the arshavin inscription
and in the eyes of emptiness-and-I-and-I-I-I
why the hell did you all surrender to me
and all your suffering

take me to london
I do not want to freeze my ass here
but I'm flying to my native cold
unloved city of Leningrad