Lyrics about Putin

Lyrics about Putin from the guard


You came from second-tier
Officials at the head of the country.
Texas zlopyhateley columns
Hope full of pride,
With the modest man from St. Petersburg
Servile will hold their course.
But you through a political blizzard
I heard our hyperborean pulse.
Now, sit, agape in Texas
The "Big Eight jaw hang.
Russia returns vosvoyasi
All taken ten years ago:
Prestige, authority, the revenues from oil
Growing, and people in the night the Kremlin
Looks like hiding in fear of his whip,
Cowboys, shame it is.
You extended your hand order
And we are proud to stop separation.

Alexei envy, 53 years, doctor, Serpukhov
Vladimir Putin - President
Quite a different formation.
He feels the fate of the time
And the requirement of the nation.
Since your arrival, our lives
Most of others.
Vedi empire stay
From the West grin
You're in a remote side.
On the side of Russia,
To Busheblery knew everything
What we are not inclined vyi.
We - the sword and delicate nose,
We rage and calculation.
With you we Putin громадье --
None of us do not pognet.

A. Kashtanov, 64, a guard, Khotkovo
Putin - speaking surname
And the country you will pass your way
From the collapse of the former abundance,
From getting rid of sausage put.

Queues were terminated, nakushalis
And now we are looking for spirituality.
Books, stage kuschami
Moving Russian minds.

Ozhilo cinema, theater in their prime,
Not rzhaveet sculptor chisel.
And thank you for these
Years - not for food, for the hearts.

They say that the history of the round.
It may be the era of sausage
A new, but should not forget
Renaissance of the Arts hours.

Putin - speaking surname
And the country you will pass your way
From the collapse of the former abundance,
From getting rid of sausage put.

Migunov Nicholas, 66 years old, retired, Moscow
A school pusteet, ends the summer.
Then came first class, and again discussed.
From the Kremlin towers, you see it
And just brought a new conversation.

You all turned to women: to give birth!
Because to be a mother - is there,
And do not throw your career --
Workplace until the wait.

In fact, many women used to be afraid of,
Circle of instability, did not know how to live.
Accessible and easy, you try them
Bills to offer.

Run shame now supostaty,
Who set up against the female child.
Look - and taken back into NATO
Boxes of hormones and other zatey.

I wish you live happily, without sorrow,
In the centuries to remain matters and words.
To many children Russia said:
"The birth of her we owe you!"

Alla Petrovna Shcherbakova, 43, teacher, Samara region,
Cloud - I had caused to the whole Russia.
raining cats that Neva is not Yenisei.
Krasnoyarsk on the bank, as a proud cedar,
rises in all its glory.

We here know the price of the genuine words
that measured for the right business.
from Igarka to the people of Tuva
common life with the lives of our homeland.

both lead us. We trust you in everything.
if necessary, then we turn and mountains.
You are now our main батька-ataman,
we entrust our fate - to you.

Well, be with us until the last honest.
and enhance the greatness of the country.
Well, we want you on the day of the seventh,
that autumn was still spring.

Leonid Prozhnikov, 60 years old, an amateur artist, Moscow
Admiralty needle.
Eagle bicipital. Night.
We went, thicken more haze,
And nobody to help.

It seemed that there is no way
As a dark cinema.
Bombardment. Raspberry jacket.
The bloody stain.

The terms of betrayal, deception,
And days lost from.
Go to live overseas?
But that does not deliver.

All razvorovano ashes,
And who is now forgiven?
Admiralty needle,
Only Neva glitters.

Those who in the chaos of the times
Dispelled havoc in the dust --
He nizhayshy our bow
And the glory forever.

Nikita Somov, 26 years, IT-Manager, Moscow
Vladimir - owns the world,
Again, the whole truth is.
Let the radio whispers ether,
Broadcasts the good news.

Let the sun now shines on the heart,
In the soul - peace and quiet,
Probably, it happens infrequently
At such a difficult task.

Marina Ilicheva, 49 years, Methodist Research Institute, Moscow
I pray for you, as God Almighty,
Realizing that you have people, not God.
There is a wash - Short cut,
So long as Russia sees in the pie.
And they want to destroy the long Fatherland,
Collapsed, trample, iznichtozhit flight
A dream in which the dreams of humanity
And to whom ever is calling for Russia.
Therefore, Vova, I am as strong laughs,
Bearing in mind the wisdom of the folk that did not make a mistake,
To you from the heart and hope
To the sky you could keep with me.
I am far from the Kremlin, I live and work
At the factory, and in the field, in high schools throughout the country.
I am part of the Russian and universal harmony,
In a rank equal to - we are.
Sometimes the punch to tears - whether callousness,
Deafness il vampirstvo officialism shower,
From which smerdit expansion card,
Zaedinschikov with distant rushing jackpot.
You, of course, not God. Man - the nashensky.
From vorya cleaned and derzhavnikom either.
Do you in fact have a lever on top management,
And we have a serious design essence.
This idea зрел from the depths of humanity,
Grow in the minds of all the great people
But managed to collect only the Russian zhrechestvo
His slender in the book, from the fragments of ideas.
Do not say good-bye, Volodya, as in the battles for the Motherland,
Information adapted well to beat
No child should die glorious zhrechestva,
We must win in Russia to serve!