Текст песни P.S. 7.62 - Песня о родине

In the tractor is not running,
 rusty barrel in the cartridge
All in a row are guilty of this.
You are certainly not to blame
The fact that you are barefoot and naked to blame the bourgeoisie
What to get drunk on their faces so your money

Finishes his vodka, thinking of the motherland!

We got up factories.
Bol no one to plow.
Strong spirit of patriotism.
 Time to wave flags.
For the beautiful words, as always, is not visible Affairs
The wind blows revolutions but not as much as you like

 Finishes his vodka, thinking of the motherland!

And among drunken companies like to recall that
 How to defeat the countless enemy
Heroic epics no edge or end
 Firmly hold the Fatherland on just such a stiff upper lip:

 Finishes vodka and mourners of the Motherland!

Replace the words business is their vile inheritance
You live today is bad.
Remember, this is not the limit
Tomorrow will be worse.
Even worse through the years
While the appearance of "freedom" of the grave does not negate

If still alive - and marching proud of their homeland!