Текст песни Бачурин Евгений - Судный день

Under the awning of the Motherland,
In the circle of fellow citizens,
Lying relaxed
Like a Danish prince.
I'm inactive here
And everyone is busy -
Who's cracking safes, who's looking for a syringe,
Until the doomsday struck!

We relax
Under the southern sun
Against the background of girls
And discos.
We are all up to the bulb:
Phenol and strontium.
Who makes the bucks, that person
Until the doomsday struck!

And what else awaits us,
What thrillers -
Favors
Or default?
First they shook us, then they shaved us,
And we do it all
They put a bolt.
Until the doomsday struck!

I draw crosses
Counting tac toe
Far from the killers
Far from business.
And gin drink with tonic
Not only with Tolik,
But also with Edik and Natalie.
Until the doomsday struck!

1999