Текст песни Пикник - Граф Кентский

Not in the Opera Vienna,
And in the club Smolensk
Found each other ...

It seemed only a little
Yes, happiness remains
Oli-i, ol-and ...

They wanted in the world
Frolic like children
And sing until the morning

And that drunk yard
Like a morning thief
They stole their souls.

Yes, I'm not Count Kent,
And so Deryansky.
Yes, I'm not Count Kent,
And so Deryansky

Not in the Opera Vienna,
And in the club Smolensk
Found each other ...

And quick wine
In the cafe Pinocchio
Their hands were weaved
Their hands weaved

And what are they to blame?
Fate by a hunchback
Met secret

And what is to blame
Where does the patches come from?
Fortunately for this
Fortunately for this

Yes, I'm not Count Kent,
And so Deryansky.
And I'm not Count Kent,
And so Deryansky

Not in the Opera Vienna,
And in the club Smolensk
Each other...
Each other...
And I'm not Count Kent,
And so Deryansky.
And I'm not Count Kent,
And so ...
And so ...