Singer: Sergei Minayev

I never set foot in their house.

I confess, I love a healthy banter and cynicism that makes the world more digestible. But still there are limits to every gumilevu.

You can use any technology in addition to technology blood. Remember the story two years ago with pictures of the destruction of the Lebanese town after being hit by Israeli missiles, tampered with in photoshop. If we were talking about photoshop, where the President of a country embraces prostitutes, all was silent. But the blood is not photoshop. It is all too real.

There is much on light, friend Antonio, he does not know "Google" and "Yahoo"...

- So we're going to the Kremlin? - I was surprised.
- Virtually. In the Mausoleum, said speaking for the first time driver. - SchA we'll of the pioneers to exclude.

I want people to smile and to look to the future with optimism. But they don't give me a chance to do it. However, I'm trying, but I can't. Believe me. <...> Because the world has been soaked with human hatred for each other. Men hate women, women hate men, parents hate their children, children have a thirst for the death of their parents, superiors are willing to destroy subordinates and subordinates ready to grab the throat of your superiors, then to take their places. MPs hate their constituents, and voters hate those who vote. People hate the oligarchs, hate those people. <...> hate all, while forgetting that everyone around is no better and no worse than themselves. We are all someone's parents and at the same time someone's children. We are bitches-women and goats-men, we someone's boss and someone's subordinate. We are the electorate and the presidency. And most importantly - we are multinational and practice different religions. So why the *** your mother, can't we just get along with each other? It's not so hard, right? It does not require any material costs, mental anguish or wasted calories. All we need is a little tolerance to each other. But no. Border, religion, nationality, political system, economic differences - all this is nothing compared to what truly drives us. The name of this driving force is HATE. <...> There is another. What unites everyone here before the story forward. FEAR. Universal, paralyzing fear. <...> And only the media is not afraid of anyone or anything. <...> don't make it a monster. Just the opposite. She is a pious old man, like Olle Lukoye, who walks with two umbrellas and shows all dreams. Sometimes color, sometimes black. Depending on who ordered what and who deserves what. And since these dreams are of your feelings, the media just chooses from them the most strong. FEAR AND HATRED. It's your favorite, and most importantly, the most sincere feelings, isn't it? <...> Fear and loathing - the only way to manage cowardly and bitter herd. All mirror, isn't it? We play only the music you bought. Only the one you want to listen to. Only that which you deserve. <...> You've learned to fear and hate. Maybe I'll try to learn to love? Too hard? Well, then turn on the TV, you're back in the Studio.

- The party should be created. Sometimes. And then they will stop watching the telly. And country the box will disappear...
- Smart -- - I summarize.

Romanticism is alien to us, Anton. And cynicism is at least clear. So...

- In both, says standing behind me Vadim, but it turns out the case, he is already aware of?
- It seems to me, from the very beginning know, I'm tearing up a note.
- It's like? - Vadim scratches his head.
- And. Because those who love us, look after us, - I put the torn note in the ashtray and light it - constantly. After all, rock-n-roll is dead...
- ... and we are still there - sums up Vadim.

If you continue to walk on so high you raised the sword of human thought, we will come...

Understand I avoid these abstruse words like moderators, strategists, media people. I call us just plumbing. You know, when you have a home pipe breaks and shit starts to whip you, call the housing office and call a plumber. Plumber comes and fixes the pipe. And here. When shit starts to whip from all the cracks, call us. We just have one difference from the real plumbers. If it really fixes the pipe, then we just force everyone to believe that shit stopped flowing.

Over the river there were willows.
Low head sklona.
I sold my assets
***leave me!

People get married, ***utsya and there is not what to put on your shoes, - Hochma Gena.

- Anton, you're not afraid of what the project will last for us?
- No, and you? - I light afraid of?
- I am afraid - he answered honestly - not so much as scared a year ago, but I'm afraid.
Don't be afraid, I scoff, - at the very least, taiga view. They say there is a beautiful place. You were in the forest?
- No, - Vadim spits over his shoulder.