Текст песни Словетский - из Караганды..

Each wolf has a piece of meat
So that the strength of a fool was to disperse melancholy,
And do not let crackers on your temples
You take the risk, otherwise the shish was wasted

Here the serfs are starving and on strike,
While they openly steal the latter.
You fold from fifth to second, otherwise you may not be in time there
And they will shut you down.

Here the sky pleases with a thunderstorm with a nuclear tear
Fantana - spray, aluminum cucumbers just in time for the feast
With bread and salt and a peaceful atom
With such a salad to the organizers.

To the organizers, they feed us with square wheels
To come up with round ones later.
After a nuclear winter, if we return, we will return swarthy
I've just figured out, can I pay for bread with dolls?
Or try to combine a couple of words with letters?

From Karaganda to Brooklyn
Palevo settles in his pocket with a purchased document.
There is no longer a maze to rush behind skirts
Already a purely German skirt, the engine is heated for days

Engineers with metallurgists
Vanya Urgant does not help much with jokes.
What is there?
Where they sit firmly on their hatched?
Here they eat it alive, because we live in Russia

What is there? On a familiar place?
Here they eat it alive, because we live in Russia