Motor-Roller - Parable of the brothers

At heart from a cheerful fairy tale
Good as a shish kebab
The brothers lived next door
Like with the right hand left
Lived as the ancestors taught
Honored Work
The spirit was kind and firm
But one day a brother suddenly knocked at the door to his brother's younger brother
He whined I'm an American
Zaplutal and under the rain hit

Until the morning it was allowed
he was stuck for 6 weeks
Lived as a master ate like a rat in a rat at the corners
And quietly in his ear he whispered to the master

dear friend you're a ragamuffin
The elder brother robbed you
From his father's inheritance, he gave you the ovaries
And from the gold and the stones, the cellar itself bursts
He will suck you like vodka
And zat your wife
If you do not kill him do not stay alive
And there is a documentary
That you are not his brother, he is no

Do not be afraid that he will fight
Just let him move his hand
NATO will become a wall for you
NATO defender of terrorists and Igil

The spirit boiled
The younger brother grabbed a stone and an ax
He knocked out his brother's glass, hacked the dog and set fire to the fence
Ash family cut down
Yes, he fell into the yard

And the fence burns and burns his yard
Burned his house and garden
An unfortunate arsonist cries
Around devils kindle a fire in his house
The Americans carried away all the goods in a turmoil
With money bag
raped his wife
And by the morning the rich manor turned into coal

since that time, years have passed
The younger brother is alive but not well
The younger brother in slavery has devils
Cries of the past where the brother was a family and a sweet home

Fairy tale yes, not without a hint
And they are not deep here
If you want to be healthy
Do not let Americans into the house
Lock all the locks tighter
The devils are always looking for those places where fools live