Текст песни Смысловые галлюцинации - Резидент

I was a resident in my own house,
I kept on the balcony a radio station and a walkie-talkie.
I was encrypted, but forgot my number
So I recognized hallucinations.

I didn’t see them, I didn’t hear them,
But I thought them permanently "to an opinion."
I shook my head, corrected my hair,
Hiding encryption in a volume of Yesenin.

The radio operator from the balcony made eyes for me,
In the nose, picking with thin fingers,
And before the portrait of the Fuhrer in a helmet
I loved hallucinations.

I loved them, I secretly cherished them -
And they fooled my expectations.
I covered my pants with casein glue
When I went with the radio operator on the task.

Stockings and radio operators crawled all the time,
When I was in ambush sitting under acacia.
Well, they didn’t tell me at the intelligence school
About semantic hallucinations?

I hallucinated with a silent glanders,
Near the radio operator knocked on the keys
Azbory Morse. Voiced drops
It was drizzling and passers-by were coughing.

Through the radio waves I heard a tune
And burst into wild dancing
And kissed with a radist like
At the time of a meaningless hallucination.