KIALLA - March18 Lyrics

Dear sir, tell me
What's more surreal, 18 years or 15 days?

We snarled for so long
That now we remember
How your censorship
Pulling out our teeth
Tricolor on sweatpants
Like Comic-Con
Promises too much
Rented pride jabs with saint icons
Threats to surrender to enemies
Roller coasters
Death races
Voice is getting hoarse because of all
Verbal orgies in front of the camera

Mother Russia
Mother Russia
Mother Russia
Mother (Heh)
Mother Russia
Mother Russia
Mother Russia
Mother (Huh)

Feels a little uncomfortable
There are disagreements
Internet sparring in the classic version
Will lead to chained wrists
Don't try it at home

But my being is singing
About troubles of the magicians in the sieve
If something goes wrong
Enemy of the captain is
His own Inborn error
Polished positive
Will save from cold winters
1:10 on the tape
The tired president is sleeping
And producing ideas
For next... years

Mother Russia
Mother Russia
Mother Russia
Mother (Heh)
Mother Russia
Mother Russia
Mother Russia
Mother (Huh)