Lyrics Чиж и ко - А это то, что не от Бога
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Ой, хочу чаю, хочу чаю, чаю кипяченого!
Ой, не мажора я люблю, а политзаключенного!
А он не бымший секретарь,
Он не уполномоченный,
А он с рождения такой
Совдепом замороченный.
Он был простой советский рокер,
Во барабаны громко бил.
Эх, но лиха беда случилась,
И КГБ его забрил.
А суд недолго продолжался,
Присудили Колыму.
Ой, наказали, своих песен
Да чтоб не пел он никому.
Ой, хочу чаю - аж кончаю -
Чаю кипяченого!
Ой, не мажора я люблю,
А политзаключенного!
Ой, мама, долгая дорога,
А да советская тюрьма -
А это то, что не от бога,
А это то, что от дерьма!
А целовать бы мне милого
В его ясные глаза.
Ой, комиссарская зараза,
Эх, до чего ж ты довела!
А мне и больно, мне и сладко,
Что он не такой, как все.
А тех, кто правду ищет, гонют
На родимой стороне.
Хочу водки! Дайте водки!
Чтобы боль свою залить.
Ох, не простое это дело -
Заключенного любить.
Oh, I want tea, I want tea, boiled tea!
Oh, I do not love major, but a political prisoner!
And he wasn’t a secretary
He is not authorized
And he since birth such
Sovdepom zamorochenny.
He was a simple Soviet rocker,
In drums beat loudly.
Eh, but the hard times misfortune happened
And the KGB cracked it.
And the trial did not last long,
Assigned to Kolyma.
Oh, punished, their songs
Yes, so he did not sing to anyone.
Oh, I want tea - I’m cumming already -
Tea boiled!
Oh, not the major I love,
A political prisoner!
Oh, mom, long way,
And yes, the Soviet prison -
And this is something that is not from God,
And this is what shit is from!
And kiss me dear
In his clear eyes.
Oh, commissar infection,
Oh, how are you brought!
And it hurts me, and sweet to me,
That he is not like everyone else.
And those who seek the truth, chase
On the dear side.
I want vodka! Give vodka!
To fill your pain.
Oh, this is not a simple matter.
Prisoner to love.
Oh, I do not love major, but a political prisoner!
And he wasn’t a secretary
He is not authorized
And he since birth such
Sovdepom zamorochenny.
He was a simple Soviet rocker,
In drums beat loudly.
Eh, but the hard times misfortune happened
And the KGB cracked it.
And the trial did not last long,
Assigned to Kolyma.
Oh, punished, their songs
Yes, so he did not sing to anyone.
Oh, I want tea - I’m cumming already -
Tea boiled!
Oh, not the major I love,
A political prisoner!
Oh, mom, long way,
And yes, the Soviet prison -
And this is something that is not from God,
And this is what shit is from!
And kiss me dear
In his clear eyes.
Oh, commissar infection,
Oh, how are you brought!
And it hurts me, and sweet to me,
That he is not like everyone else.
And those who seek the truth, chase
On the dear side.
I want vodka! Give vodka!
To fill your pain.
Oh, this is not a simple matter.
Prisoner to love.