Lyrics Ляпис Трубецкой - Буревестник
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Вперёд, буревестник, солнце взошло
Новых известий время пришло
Устала под гнётом планета земля
Жить как скотина больше нельзя.
Буржуи танцуют на наших горбах
Батрачим за льготное место в гробах
Нас разделили и давят как блох
Хором ребята считаем до трёх.
Раз, два, раз, два, три!
Припев:
Это песня строителей нового мира
Тех, кто не сдох от боли и кира
Это песня рабочих новой формации
Тех, кто не слил в моче деградации.
Вперёд, миротворцы, Меркурий - наш брат
Пусть бросят винтовки матрос и солдат
Рабов убивает нефть и руда
А вместо клейма - золотая звезда.
Припев.
Мир и свобода - вот наша цель
Вот наши тезисы, вот наш апрель
Плевать на партийно-церковный расклад
Дружба - религия новых ребят.
Припев.
Forward, the petrel, the sun has risen
New news the time has come
Tired under the yoke of the planet earth
You can not live like a beast anymore.
Bourgeois are dancing on our humps
Batrachim for a privileged place in the graves
We were divided and crushed like fleas
We think the children together to three.
One, two, one, two, three!
Chorus:
This is the song of the builders of the new world
Those who do not die from pain and curs
This is the song of the workers of the new formation
Those who have not merged in urine degradation.
Forward, peacekeepers, Mercury is our brother
Let the sailor and the soldier throw the rifles
Slaves kill oil and ore
And instead of a stigma - a golden star.
Chorus.
Peace and freedom are our goal
Here are our theses, here is our April
Spit on the party-church alignment
Friendship is the religion of new children.
Chorus.
New news the time has come
Tired under the yoke of the planet earth
You can not live like a beast anymore.
Bourgeois are dancing on our humps
Batrachim for a privileged place in the graves
We were divided and crushed like fleas
We think the children together to three.
One, two, one, two, three!
Chorus:
This is the song of the builders of the new world
Those who do not die from pain and curs
This is the song of the workers of the new formation
Those who have not merged in urine degradation.
Forward, peacekeepers, Mercury is our brother
Let the sailor and the soldier throw the rifles
Slaves kill oil and ore
And instead of a stigma - a golden star.
Chorus.
Peace and freedom are our goal
Here are our theses, here is our April
Spit on the party-church alignment
Friendship is the religion of new children.
Chorus.