Текст песни ДМЦ - Прощай, Аргентина

Leave my body, hungry vulture
Let the cold shadows into my soul
Bloody lipstick soiled dress
Today is your day, but my Sunday.
Look over the free sky of the country
How a stupid heart is torn to shreds
Hungry writer for a couple crumbs of bread
Will describe the hero of the leader of the wolf pack ...
Maria Veronica-Ciccone is sad on the balcony
Pelevin writes everything that the devil is in the law
Cervantes told a great secret
In a walk through the sky, Castaneda is calling.
And near, grimace a sleek back
So madly sighs Madame Cicciolina
Maria Veronica - Ciccone will drop a tear
And quietly sing: "Farewell, Argentina!"
The province is crying, losing its freedom,
But at night they turned on the hot water.
And the happiness from the crane flowed until dawn ...
Once again, a new tyrant to sit on the throne somewhere
And grab half the world with a mighty hand ...
Alas, Argentina, I say goodbye to you ...
A hungry writer told me a secret -
He saw on the map a ladder to the sky ...
Maria Veronica-Ciccone is sad on the balcony
Pelevin writes everything that the devil is in the law
Cervantes told a great secret
In a walk through the sky, Castaneda is calling.
And near the crooked sleek back
So madly sighs Madame Cicciolina
Maria Veronica-Chikkone drops in tears
And quietly sing: "Farewell, Argentina!"