Текст песни Валентин Гафт - Визбору-Попса дробит шрапнелью наши души

Vizbor

 Pops shrapnel crushes our souls,
 It is for this not to prosecute.
 Part of a generation grew nonsense,
 And the new born in a delirium.
 Oh, "Sunny Forest" wonderful song!
 As we sing in captivity, cranks!
 Freedom came, it was interesting
 Squeaky-freaks vulgar ...
 Word - nothing screams have degeneration.
 He is famous, who are more ill.
 Who will sing without any hesitation,
 Without conscience, without fear, without pants.
 Where the song to sing it like?
 The words - where, that shall never be forgotten?
 Well, what about a bit of body to bawl,
 That someone really wants to live?
 On the TV screen, like the restaurant,
 For good measure, the importance of adding husky
 They poods pour salt on the wound,
 As for cabbage or cucumbers.
 The robe sexless figure
 I sang, baring no reason ...
 It's disgusting. Sing to us, Jura,
 On the women's warmth and courage of the men.