Текст песни Тимур Шаов - Иные времена

Once upon a time lived - Wow !.
Lo and behold : some times!

We're listening to Beethoven this morning ,
What ended up in a bottle " Embassy "
I put Alexander Arkadyevitch
And I was overcome sadness philosophical .
" Obsolete it - tell me comrades . -
We already commissioned changed to hell ,
Personality is, and no cult - awesome!
Tralee Wali , a triumph of democracy !
Rustle limousines, sparkling wine,
Grub at stores like dirt, enough!
Investment flows , secured power,
And even in the province there is to steal !
Live in chocolate , and that alchem ​​ruble
So not for personal gain , but for the joy !
Triumph of creativity - apgreyding minds !
And most importantly hundred and twenty varieties of beer !
Prospects - Holy Mother!
Yes, other times ...

And what a grandmother Kuzminichna
Heaven Copts in the village abandoned
Under some Inta or Kineshma -
Tell her about everything about good!
This is it , you tell me , speakers ,
That the freedom we so zabatsali :
You want - grandfather nominate governors !
Do you want to - business opens with the Italians !
A grandmother is crying all that difficult to live -
What got bad people!
Backward grandmother got used to check :
You tell her about freedom, it is - about food.
You 're not that Peter his head :
Not at all product gross section !
But the Central Bank has accumulated reserve -
And soon everyone grandmother to give the goat !
Look -ka, grandmother, from the window :
You see ? Oh! Other times !

But those outside the city railway fences,
Those leaders are built .
Generals , prosecutors,
Pop idols yes actors -
Honest people , dishonest people -
Spravno coin forge .
Like fried does not smell,
Black crows circling not ,
Oligarch over with gold languishes ,
Close to the metro is drunk .
Foldable lying nomenclature :
Happiness , they say, not over the hill .
And the country is sitting like a fool ,
And nods .
To open a boutique who dig the trench ...
And Tver country is not visible.
And who lived poorly , it will be bad to live .
That's all they are - Times ...

The hut is ticking clocks with shortness of breath ,
And the pressure for two hundred - up to ...
But Kuzminichna lint in the kitchen garden ,
Tears ragweed arthritic fingers.
Grandfather pile nalёt - even recover,
Sypanёt millet in coop with sitters ,
Allohol glotnёt - and leave the church ,
Limped briskly after neighbors .
Go babulenki , crayons, beloplatochny ,
Go in single file to thank the Creator
For yellowness Easter eggs
For the blue sky integrity ,
For his pension - a small , but strong ,
Go , crossing from the porch.
Prevents just one cholecystitis
Communicate with God .
Well, God will forgive .

.. So , Galich outdated? It may well be .
So it's not like it? Yes, everything seems like it ...
Yes, other times , but something similar ...
And for Kuzminichna so does not matter .
Blame themselves - grandparents -
Born too early , lived in sirosti .
But given the travel benefits ? That's Okay .
Tralee Wali , the triumph of justice .
Bass, bass, bass,
Now is not the time - a time .