Lyrics Агата Кристи - Родной завод
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Город мой за колючим забором
Наш завод над нами как нож
Каждый здесь под тройным контролем
Далеко не уйдешь
Мы проходим с транспарантами
Улыбаясь знакомым лицам
Мэр подмигивает с трибуны
И песня льется птицей
Э-гей, наш воздух чист
Наш город пляшет и поет
Новинки, химия и жизнь
Пускай стоит всегда
Родной завод куда он зовет
Родной завод куда он зовет
Да, нам платят за свободу
Мясом и колбасой
Тряпками и сапогами
Будто кормят на убой
Нам устраивают шоу
Приглашают к нам артистов
Нас снимает телевидение
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Э-гей, наш воздух чист
Наш город пляшет и поет
Новинки, химия и жизнь
Покуда не взорвался наш
Родной завод куда он зовет
Родной завод куда он зовет
Город мой за колючим забором
Наш завод над нами как нож
Каждый здесь под тройным контролем
Далеко не уйдешь, не уйдешь, не уйдешь...
My city behind a thorny fence
Our factory is above us like a knife
Everyone here under triple control
You won't get far
We pass with banners
Smiling at familiar faces
Mayor winks from the podium
And the song flows like a bird
Uh-gay our air is clear
Our city dances and sings
Novelties, chemistry and life
Let it always stand
Native plant where he calls
Native plant where he calls
Yes, we are paid to be free
Meat and sausage
With rags and boots
Like being fed for slaughter
We are put on a show
We invite artists to join us
We are filmed by television
To sing to the whole country:
Uh-gay our air is clear
Our city dances and sings
Novelties, chemistry and life
Until our
Native plant where he calls
Native plant where he calls
My city behind a thorny fence
Our factory is above us like a knife
Everyone here under triple control
You won't get far, you won't get away, you won't get away ...
Our factory is above us like a knife
Everyone here under triple control
You won't get far
We pass with banners
Smiling at familiar faces
Mayor winks from the podium
And the song flows like a bird
Uh-gay our air is clear
Our city dances and sings
Novelties, chemistry and life
Let it always stand
Native plant where he calls
Native plant where he calls
Yes, we are paid to be free
Meat and sausage
With rags and boots
Like being fed for slaughter
We are put on a show
We invite artists to join us
We are filmed by television
To sing to the whole country:
Uh-gay our air is clear
Our city dances and sings
Novelties, chemistry and life
Until our
Native plant where he calls
Native plant where he calls
My city behind a thorny fence
Our factory is above us like a knife
Everyone here under triple control
You won't get far, you won't get away, you won't get away ...