Текст песни Хроноп - Мы

Как чудесно, что нас не пустили во власть,
Мы могли бы во власти бесследно пропасть,
Это были бы точно уже не мы.
Мы бы марш несогласных стали винтить,
И по южным границам с войною ходить.
Мы же знаем, что делает власть с людьми.

Но мы искали любовь среди падших фей,
Мы искали надежду в косяке журавлей,
Мы искали радость в рязановских снах,
А нашли только боль, одиночество, страх.
Мы искали музыку в новой волне,
Мы искали слово в ядовитом вине,
Мы искали мудрость в поющих камнях,
А нашли только боль:

Как чудесно, что нас не пустили во власть,
Не во власти меньше соблазнов украсть,
Ведь нефть - это вышка, а значит, смерть.
Ну купили бы Челси на кураже,
Еще яйца и пенис от Фаберже,
Еще Мисс Москву, чтоб не заржаветь.

Но мы искали любовь среди падших фей,
Мы искали надежду в косяке журавлей,
Мы искали радость в рязановских снах,
А нашли только боль, одиночество, страх.
Мы искали музыку в новой волне,
Мы искали слово в ядовитом вине,
Мы искали вечность в поющих камнях.
А нашли только боль:

Как же славно, что нас не пустили во власть,
Мы могли бы на всю свою карму попасть,
В двух шагах от неба и от земли.
Ну, ввели бы цензуру на весь Интернет,
Затянули свободу в прежний корсет,
Мы же помним, что делает власть с людьми.

Но мы искали любовь среди падших фей,
Мы искали надежду в косяке журавлей,
Мы искали радость в рязановских снах,
А нашли только боль, одиночество, страх.
Мы искали музыку в новой волне,
Мы искали слово в ядовитом вине,
Мы искали космос в поющих камнях,
А нашли только боль

How wonderful that we were not allowed to power,
We could in power without a trace of the abyss,
It would be no longer us.
We would marry dissenters have become screwed
And in the southern borders with war to walk.
We know what makes power with people.

But we were looking for love among the fallen fairies,
We were looking for hope in the junction of cranes,
We were looking for joy in Ryazan dreams,
And they found only pain, loneliness, fear.
We were looking for music in the new wave,
We were looking for a word in poisonous wine,
We were looking for wisdom in singing stones,
And found only pain:

How wonderful that we were not allowed to power,
No less temptation to steal
After all, oil is a tower, which means death.
Well, by Chelsea on Kurage,
Still eggs and penis from Faberge,
Miss Moscow, so as not to rust.

But we were looking for love among the fallen fairies,
We were looking for hope in the junction of cranes,
We were looking for joy in Ryazan dreams,
And they found only pain, loneliness, fear.
We were looking for music in the new wave,
We were looking for a word in poisonous wine,
We were looking for eternity in singing stones.
And found only pain:

How nice that we were not allowed into power,
We could have to get to all our karma,
Two steps from the sky and from the Earth.
Well, I would have introduced censorship for the whole Internet,
Delayed freedom in the former corset,
We remember that makes power with people.

But we were looking for love among the fallen fairies,
We were looking for hope in the junction of cranes,
We were looking for joy in Ryazan dreams,
And they found only pain, loneliness, fear.
We were looking for music in the new wave,
We were looking for a word in poisonous wine,
We were looking for space in sowing stones,
And found only pain