Текст песни Вася Обломов - Вiй

One two Three. Her. Gogol is here
Nikolay Vasilievich, citizen poet

The Dnieper is wonderful in quiet weather
There are no words in any language
But what does it fly in a night sky?
Then a witch with a slanting top in a Cossack

Tings him with a bridle, scares him with a kutuzka
Spreads with his foot and drives his hand
You, they say, Donetsk, you are, they say, Prisor
You are not cute, so

So she jumps on it uncomfortable
Hooks shake, rejoice
Yes, she is a witch, although pannah, -
Thinks the unfortunate, and he runs

Dawns are smoking, sunsets are swaying
Thieves looked down, the prisoner is embarrassed
And all evil spirits - the European Union and the States -
Marveling as a witch drives a Cossack

They shout to her: get it well
No wonder you, Mrs., are at the head
Damn you, Pani Tymoshenko
And the devil was invented by Gogol N.V.

But the era moves, numbers are changing
Previous fun is not visible in anyone
The Cossack was tired, somehow he was dried up
And he himself jumped to the witch himself

Oh, you are a bassurmanka, oh you infection
While you were walking around the house here
I attacked the chervontsev, bought gas
Yes, I am a log, yes I'm in jail

She groans under him, almost lifeless
And he flaunts on it, yak on a horse
No, well, he doesn’t laugh, thinks Panna
But it smells that it dares completely

And he whips her, he will not calm down in any way
Polenu pounds, but shit with a whip
The devil invented him, that Yanukovych
And the devil is Gogol, and Gogol is damn

So they fly a pool over Ukraine
She is suffocating, and he is all about gas
And he had already trained Julia before
That the beauty became, not to look away

Appeared wise, tragically pale
The Cossack became Borov, all the face in the wool
How long did Ukraine call her a witch
Now he sympathizes and prays: let it go

How many defenders have her by October
Now she likes her, well, every whip
Costs Yanukovych more brutal Bruta
I will not let go, - he says, - I will not let go

The inanimate eyes aimed at evil spirits
All flew out, how much on the land
Send for Viy, give Via, -
It was heard everywhere and Viya brought

As soon as he appeared - they ran, flashed
Had the ghouls howled, thunder was heard
The modest, with the eyelids omitted - came in -
Well, nothing personal, purely Gazprom

Looked at the surrounding stingful slurry
Made Yanukovych tremble finely
I lifted a little eyelid - no, he says, I do not see
I see no reason to plant it

Looking at this all an unlimited eye
I see no change in a neighboring country
And if you are worried about the gas situation
Then you will receive it at the same price

He retired, modestly, but formidable,
And the echo repeated his words.
And Yanukovych gasped, and the ground flaunted
And Julia was right in everything

Yes, it's me as a joke, but I'm for a look, they say, -
He whispered, shameful, not feeling his legs
Eh, Putin, Putin, who invented you?
Definitely not Gogol, Gogol could not

This is Vasya Oblomov and citizen poet
2012