Текст песни Леонид Корнилов - Остров Америка, остров Британия

islanders

Isle of America, the island of Britain,
It seems, still uninhabited.
There, behind the La Manche, where, across the Atlantic,
Still get cool deserted galaxy.
The shadows in the windows, like, rushing,
Just do not see the human soul.
Moroka blows out and wars.
Rolling past dark waves.
America is the island of the blade
In the form of a curved dagger and acute.
Still raving pirates Morgan
And it divides the country on the organs.
Still beating in the Indian agony.
Still bends British colony.
NATO Towers clones
Authority gorged itself rebellious slave.
Listen, America! Listen and England!
You're under the gun from Russian angel.
We have discovered, there was a great -
Thought Arthur, by the will of the Vikings.
We gave you the independence
Not to anger ascended.
Not for that we have covered the armor,
To become pirates nates.
Re-read the classic proud:
We have created, we ... See you soon!
Britain Island, the island of America,
How far are you up to Russian shores.

27.04.14 Mr.
Leonid Kornilov