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The fate of Russia is more important than the fate of exile.

We all have to deficit hunger is terrible,
Sometimes just really want to scream.
Let's be honest: we thought you we - smutki,
You and we simply nowhere to go.
So, I suggest: arrange a round of the secular,
Cover the table, to eat and drink.
My friend Michal Mikhailovich, the inhabitant of Odessa Zhvanetsky,
We get you a little clean.
And for God's sake, don't frighten our citizens
We have free access to a doctor.
And we live in their homes a five-story,
And skyscrapers don't get scared at all.

It's not too late, not early...
How do you live overseas?
Don't worry, wil, I am also in the soap.
How do you live without the Bringing, mate?
It's not too late, not early...
To send us a call from the restaurant.
And if allowed, prepare cabbage,
We will Nachinaem a couple of barrels just like that.

You have in Brighton the weather is good,
We have in Ligovka, as usual, rain.
How do you, children of my people,
For pounds, dollars, not in rubles.
Piled you, so God grant you, friends, luck,
Let you today on Broadway lucky.
And we live here, as lived, do not cry,
What Willy Tokarev in Brighton sings.


Alexander Rothenbaumchaussee stationierte

Are Russian immigrants before leaving their country; sometimes they do not leave it. It's Dostoevsky for the first time... said that we in Russia almost all immigrants.

- I'm in Israel gone, forever.
- What are you doing, Gal? What Is Israel? You're Russian!
- The fate of my Jewish, world war II! <...> I, Vova took and bought their historic Homeland. I'm a Jewish mother! The Kingdom of her soul, Pelageya Ivanovna...

And it turned out that she was pregnant a month,
A rock-and-roll life eliminates the sedentary,
Besides invited to Copenhagen to tour it.
And everyone said, "he got what he wanted!"
Of course, he didn't come back:
Well, of course there is Paradise, well, of course, is hell.
And she? She gave birth and the baby lives.
They say that musicians are the most cynical people.
You ask: what next? Well how do I know...
I made it up myself when I didn't want to sleep.
Sad Boogie, the age-old, a minor.
Well, of course, there is the heaven and here is hell. That's the whole conversation.

Brains in Russia a lot, but the brain hence the merge. Because the brain no respect. Respect knuckles here.

Maybe it was the fact that I'm from Jerusalem? Live there on the coast. Between earth and heaven. You're already so involved with heaven you've lost interest in earth.

Dreams in exile - your home, abode, consolation.

To quit the place of birth in General is tantamount to snatching the root of life, but twice - it is something intolerable, inhuman difficult, emerging only once - you live at the crossing, for you there is neither this nor the other world, you were in that area of existence where you are all the time taking in the Field of the dead, have you not here and not there.

On the other hand, America is a labour of foreigners rose. They did say USA is a country of immigrants.
Yeah, but Russia is a country of immigrants. That's all! We are all more vypaivanija outside the country spetsializiruetsya.

Listen to our radio and watch our TV it is necessary to know when to run!

And trees probably from time to time eagerly moved from one country to another, but also in their community seems dominated by manmade principle: "Assigned to earth."