Текст песни Антигона, RoccoXXI, ХИУСЪ - Бал

Welcome to the ball!

Dance!


(One, two)

A nightingale sings from a black box



Man goes mad from this bait



From crust to caviar—it’s a roller coaster ride



Icons on the "Topol" missile; the Gods have marched toward the button




Will our descendants be any wiser?

(Huh?) Just drop me that info later



Races with no winners; the Devil rules the uniforms



(Wait a minute...) seems like we’ve seen this somewhere before






Liberals, "vatniks," sandals, felt boots—



All are guilty, every last one, in this bloody slaughter



This caste doesn't get the *original* "Star Factory"



Otherwise, they’d know—(the first winners were "Korni")






Sales at the "Pyaterochka" store—what does the future hold for me and my homie?



We’ve barely recovered from paying our utility bills



(Both tears and laughter) bullets are the seeds of death



Sow just one—and death will grow









So much has befallen us, as if we stood trial



And time squeezes out a tear



I cannot take it all with me when I go



If life is the motive—then dance!




So much has befallen us, as if we stood trial



And time squeezes out a tear



I wander with myself, lost as if in a forest



If the motive is to live—then dance!







Here, man is "folk music" to man over the dinner table



Like a brother, he’s gone from firing an under-barrel grenade launcher straight into a "wooden box"



If he’s "vatnik" trash, then you’re just "sweet"—



What a twisted mess



You’re a rotten radish of a human—while I’m the sharp horseradish root!






The traitors have fled; the Russian folk march straight into the minefields



(Who?) and how many will return—that’s what I’m asking



Is it time to gather the stones yet—right where the missile struck the viaduct?



Before *all* of our best people end up in Hell? We rise as if from a bed of stones, our faces dusted with ash

Deafened by the clamor of crows—nothing can startle us now

Suddenly you’ve turned fiercely Russian; just yesterday you could barely recall it

Caught in this dizzying carousel, being Russian is the new "coming out"




Who stood firm and paid the price? And who just hid behind the boys?

We yearn for that fabled "triune" unity—so why the hell do we need this spin-off?

Where the one craving freedom

Would toss back a shot to celebrate

While the working man, to that very beat,

Packed up his meager sack




So much has fallen upon us, as if for judgment

And time squeezes out a tear

I cannot take it all with me when I go



If life itself is the motive—then dance




So much has fallen upon us, as if for judgment

And time squeezes out a tear

I wander lost within myself, as if in a forest

If the will to live is the motive—then dance




So much has fallen upon us, as if for judgment

And time squeezes out a tear

I cannot take it all with me when I go



If life itself is the motive—then dance




So much has fallen upon us, as if for judgment

And time squeezes out a tear

I wander lost within myself, as if in a forest

If the will to live is the motive—then dance