Lyrics Кошмарный Павел - В стране бардак

The sun rises over a huge country
Another morning with a sore head.
Another morning of madness and delirium,
After breakfast beer, walk b to the toilet.
There is a sharp smell of fun at night,
In the ears loud noise comparable to the drill.
Almost everyone got up somehow,
After all, the country is a mess

On the street an old man collects bottles
Drunk postman confused parcel.
The cops have drove away the rights,
And everyone forgets the censorship words.
Schoolchildren decide to score for lessons,
The bosses at work squeezes out all the juice.
There is a threat of terrorist attacks
After all, the country is a mess

Vanity in the cities, stagnation in the villages,
Lawlessness in the army and in the camps.
The ruble rose and fell again,
The mayor, as always, stole taxes.
On TV, twist one nonsense,
Financial collapse this year.
Another bank went bankrupt
After all, the country is a mess

Binge and string-up lifestyle
Only conformists are full of optimism.
On the radio again the bad news,
Begging for a dose of homeless children.
Patients are filled with mental hospitals,
Walk on the outside maniac killer.
Laughing like a horse some fool
After all, the country is a mess

Pops thrives, rock dies,
The whole population sneezes on each other.
Profitable business only oil and gas,
If it had happened kalaps.
Officials have long spat on wages,
For them, a bribe is a big consolation.
There is nothing more important material goods
After all, the country is a mess.

Foods are becoming more expensive, plants are closing,
Mind is leaking somewhere every day.
Ponts and consumption have become in fashion,
Selfishness and self-destruction.
The beauty of nature and the ugliness of life,
Century we sit at the broken trough.
God forbid that the darkness dissipates,
After all, the country is a mess.