Текст песни Луперкаль - Дрозды

It's difficult about the simple, there's an azure sky,
The vine is not fixed, we are all under the ozone layer,
The rivers will get the source, "Hey, sunshine, wait!"
Let non-being take me when it hits a hundred.

After all, yesterday, on foot under the table, today the dust is expensive,
If the enemy was tormented by the people, then wait with excitement Ragnarok,
To guess the result, you do not even need tarot cards,
The heads roll in the dust from the shoulders of the usurpers.

And to us that - tables full of phenomena are covered in the teremas,
After reviewing stories about the Don and swords,
A mountain pass, with a knife in our teeth, a bassurman climbs up to us,
And only a cold damask will be able to add to your mind.

Soma, a gray casemate, there is winter in Siberia,
Snegiri-nigiri will fly away when March comes,
Here comes May and obeying the orders of the commands,
From the pier slowly, the stern will depart from the stern.

Here the merchant shakes for his pocket, the owner behind the fire,
If the ash is cut down, it means that soon the Anchar will be planted,
Slamming a glass of chopping pichugam small crumbs of Easter cake,
Just now, under the pipes and drill, you rocked the head.

There is no need for the chakras of the blue-skinned overseas deities,
The sun for us, there is an occasion for violent festivities,
Curls flare up, burn, burn like a floor lamp,
And such joy and tranquility in the Russian soul.

I do not know how there Halifax, we have a feast here,
Lyud walks around in chorus, there are buffoons like Figaro,
Be healthy, sit down at the table, moisten your parched mouth,
Boredom, say how is Veliky Novgorod?

Between the herd of cows aleget in the primrose in the fat meadows,
The archer, the sleeve of the riotous river overcame,
Smile to the violet maidens and the sleeve will flash
With gold embroidery, dragged narrowed arms.

Having violated the sluggish servants, the sovereign wakes up,
Having ordered the one who curses our region in the nose,
But monsieur, do not forget the decorum you came here once,
Do not let the eye catch a pikeperch, it's not Sudan.

Along the outskirts of the dust and bosota, temples and fasts,
Aida with us in disgrace in a strict monastery,
Better death under a clear sun than in the shade of shame.
Have you heard how the Thrush sing?