Patsany

Boys died terribly
Boys died simply
And not every one was beautiful on the outside
And not every one was of a tall stature

But when they looked at me
With those dusty human eyes,
Not like birds and not like sheep -
In a human way they warmed me

And I sang them rock-n-roll songs,
Told them everything will be all right.
I yelled them that we are all together,
Only it all sounded kind of stale

The closer to death, the cleaner the people,
The farther into the rear, the fatter the generals.
Here I saw what will perhaps happen
To Moscow, Ukraine, Ural

Eighteen years is not a lot,
When you walk the Tverskaya without money,
But not a little when your heart became,
Thanks to the country, a plastic broom

But the country sings them rock-n-roll songs,
Tells them everything will be all right
The country yells them that they're all together,
Only it all sounds kind of stale.

Boys died terribly
Boys died simply
And not every one was beautiful on the outside
And not every one was of a tall stature