Текст песни Иваси - Частушки-апокалипсушки

I'm on a boat,
By the blood of all by mother, -
Why, why
There is no water in the waterway!

The bottom grinds on the rocks,
A groan stands on the docks, -
There, with tears washing,
The fish requires yum-yum.
Instead of feeding her
 Spent fuel oil!

Fish fins beats,
A bird does not bite a fish
And from hunger immediately
God gives his soul.
Beasts, birds not eating,
Die stubborn.

In ticks and other fleas
The diet is out of hand is bad,
Because the world of animals
Predominantly dead.
Gnus in the absence of animals
 The blood sucks from the rangers.

Satan the huntsman
And, with cigarette butts,
Despite fires,
They nervously smoke in vain.
Smoke gets under the skies _
That burn, the forests are burning!

Without plant species
The oxygen disappears,
And without it without gas
The people are suffocating.
The people are suffocating,
Native land on collective farms!

I'm standing on the deck,
I feel bad...
I'm standing on the deck,
I feel bad...

And I, would, would, would ...
To sail on the boat
To a mother's rastak, -
Yes, you see, it is not fated:
There is no water in the fairway, oh! ..
Yes, you see, it is not fated:
There is no water in the waterway!