WHITE RUSSIAN BLUES (belorusskii blues)

Somewhere between Berlin and Kazan'
Womewhere between Prag and Moscow
there is the land that is white as it's written in the book
that is young and beautiful
Let alone that the inhabitants
not very playful
but they are kind in their own way
and they are not aspirations free
though Ganges or Kura are not flow through it

But we do have Opera Theater and TUZ
but the above it all

The White Russian Blues

We have enough populated locations
whose names are elevated and sweet
like Mogilev who lives off a unclear water
like Zhlobin where people live hiding
We also have a agriculture
it is for us cocain and cheese
and to everyone who's not considering the authorities
comes evel yet just Moydodyr

still in captivity of the marriage bounds
but aready singing

The White Russian Blues

The whole ten millions of our citizens
are reach from inside and outside
they think that it is very important
to be able to cherish the colors of a alcohol dawn
They quote Bodler and Plato
when the time is to harvest the fields
and in the temple of a steel and concrete
pray for the forgiveness of their hard drinking fazes

you hear the noise, that's the unity of angels
singing with us

The White Russian Blues

We are slavs of the first convocation
together with a kazap and hohol
we share the same aspirations
to get in time to the store for the liquer and food
then retreat as fast as possible somewhere
and then let it all burn
and nothing will confuse us
neither an explosion in Moscow,
nor AIDS in Svetlogorsk

why should we carry such a mental load
we are totally exhousted by

The White Russian Blues

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