Singer: Andrey Makarevich

Blowing winds, and the last meters I was hard.
But the road ends where the house begins.
And when the path is already behind you,
Smile your sweet home, -
From people often sing on the way home.
My engine rumbles and smokes,
My gasoline is at zero,
But the car flies and flies
Parallel to the ground.
Between the sky and the land
I go on a short straight
And sing what the people sing on the way home.

In order to think-to think someone has learned in his time. I'm afraid that on the whole of our population that is not severely affected. Vote for it, because the other is not tried for centuries. Everything is a little bit of a different sauce was served, but, in fact, as they were slaves, so slaves remained.

... I came home and my father copied the "Hard day's night". I had a feeling that the entire previous life I wore in ears cotton wool, and then suddenly they took it out.

If the person never in life, say, didn't see the bird, you can show him a mosquito and say that this bird does, and he will think, until, of course, will not meet the bird's real. Or may not meet.

For each of us is better than what he grew up, under whose music first kissed a girl and woke up the next morning next to her. The music is just part of the overall picture of happiness.

In childhood it seems that among your peers there are smart and stupid, while adults are all smart. Just can't imagine an adult fool. Over the years, gradually moving to the camp of adults, with horror realize that there is something fools a lot more.

All. Got. Lord toadies, charlatans, opportunists and idiots! Don't tell me to love the Motherland! Learn to love there. To force love is impossible. Is it not clear? The Russia that I loved and will love, teach me love is not necessary. And that monster that you are trying to give birth, mutilating and disfiguring my country, you fall in love with me not make. And you will burn in hell, clowns.

To think the same way - it means not to think. Thinking is an individual process.

I have no genetic opposition! I do not believe that the government is necessary to love passionately, or to hate, by definition. It's not for love is created. It is a body that works for us, citizens. So calm, critical attitude is the norm and even a duty.

I understand very well, for example, Shakhnazarov: he is the master of "Mosfilm". Understand the owners of all theatres and theatre Directors, conductors, producers depend on government subsidies. It's easier for me: I never have States asked for nothing and are not going to ask. Therefore, nothing prevents me to say what I think. And not to say that it somehow has changed my situation. At concerts we have so many people as it was. Come those who love us. I get a lot of emails, write: "Thank you, Andrey Makarevich!" Thank you for that: what have I done, do we have to thank the man for what he says what he thinks?

I can't shake the feeling that he used some secret military invention, any frequency that run during television propaganda programs because that was an absolute tack welding of the brain in humans.

Where are you now, my brothers and sisters at the school,
We all scattered to our edge,
Serve offices, participate in contests,
I show honestly has a family,
Only now I still play guitar,
When will it end the right to know.
And this song is playing, you all remember
And a lot, and it means love.

Know - nothing will come back
Beating evil heart in hours,
Only occasionally will respond
The sun
Something eternal in us.

Yes I'm a man! Check by name!
I am the king of nature, a citizen of the Earth!
But the stall I have already identified
And a sack of thorns brought.
And I realized that to argue would be worse
But until that vexed me,
I suddenly spat something camel,
And a hump appeared on the back...