Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Народ , by - CG Bros.. Song from the album Жизнь за зря, in the genre ПанкAge restrictions: 18+
Record label: United Music Group
Song language: Russian language
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Народ , by - CG Bros.. Song from the album Жизнь за зря, in the genre ПанкНарод(original) |
| Поливали грязью, нагибали раком, |
| Кулаком да властью били как собаку, |
| Но не помогало пряником ни кнутом, |
| Только больше стало глупости и смуты. |
| Как ни поучали, дураком остался, |
| От тоски, печали квасить приучался. |
| А когда просили за себя дедулю, |
| Он за всю Россию в пасть им сунул дулю. |
| Что ты скалишься урод? |
| Это я — твой народ! |
| Сраной зеленью банкнот |
| Завали поганый рот. |
| Ты мне, гад, не указ, |
| Я вертел сотню раз |
| Твой закон на хую, |
| Иже с ним мать твою! |
| Отплевались быстро, отреклись, забыли, |
| Назвались министры, под статью закрыли. |
| Продали буржуям за большие пени, |
| Думали, стушуем, только нам до фени. |
| Подобрать бы ключик, только им без дела, |
| Бросили по сучьи, а внутри засела |
| С той поры обида на родного брата, |
| Тоже из народа, только депутата. |
| (translation) |
| They poured mud, bent over with cancer, |
| They beat him with a fist and power like a dog, |
| But it didn’t help with a gingerbread or a whip, |
| There was only more stupidity and embarrassment. |
| No matter how they taught, I remained a fool, |
| From melancholy, sadness, I learned to sour. |
| And when they asked grandfather for themselves, |
| He put a muzzle in their mouths for the whole of Russia. |
| What are you grinning freak? |
| I am your people! |
| Fucking green banknotes |
| Shut your filthy mouth. |
| You, bastard, are not a decree for me, |
| I twirled a hundred times |
| Fuck your law |
| Your mother is with him! |
| Spat quickly, denied, forgotten, |
| The ministers were named, they were closed under the article. |
| Sold to the bourgeoisie for big penalties, |
| We thought we were stubbing, but we don't give a damn. |
| To pick up the key, only they do nothing, |
| They threw it on the bitch, but sat inside |
| Since then, resentment against my own brother, |
| Also from the people, only a deputy. |