Moscow fire summer

Песня почти политического протеста, посвященная адскому московскому августу 2010, лесным пожарам, добровольцам и пидорасам в правительстве

It's the hot summer month
All the folks are relaxing
Having little good time
After hard winter days

But the sun made it's best
And climbed little bit higher
And the forests all went down in flames

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Well, you know, we're the poor ones
And things are never changing
And it's always surprise
When in winter it snows

Our firemen don't have
Even shovels and axes
And they wait till your house is burnt

Chorus

But we'll save our home
From smoke and from fire
We'll protect our children
From vultures of war

And our land will survive
The lies of the liars
And we'll live all together as once

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HARP SOLO

All the city is smoked
And old people are dying
Only volunteer corps
Tries to fight out the thing

But we know - it’s allright
Cause our guardian angel
Flies and guarantees on TV-screen

Chorus

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GUITAR SOLO

So we're singing our song
And we don't know what'll happen
When the last chord will sound
And the last word is said

Cause we live in a country
Where honest are felons
And by gangsters our country is led

Chorus*2