Текст песни Вадим Певзнер - Не похожий на брата-борца...

unlike brother of a fighter
I am a tenant from another quarter ---

and at the end neither alley nor olive
not a trace of lullabies
only twice sung si
only thrice drenched blue

my lucky brother Job
on the verge of another learning
all words have lost meaning
and the motive unfortunately is not new

watching the incorruption of ice
I do not believe in the last chapters
and in the field of ash and lava
the lord left me no trace

your book has no end in sight
I'll slam her to the finals
unlike brother of a fighter
I am a tenant from another quarter

unlike brother of a fighter
I am a tenant from another quarter ---

sometimes sometimes sometimes
I do not remember my own address
but it always warms
characteristic neon outline

no money running in monte cristo
shooting at passers-by nickles
there in the corner a phlegmatic mephisto
entertains gypsy mess

two sips of fake coffee
and buddy bespectacled bartender
will specify how much carmen costs
inviting virgin profile

oh what gorgeous teeth
true so bison are smiling
when they go to their watering place
lonely and terrible path

hello myaf I'm good too
I am known as the groundhog
but her dismissal beyond the threshold
old mac satan

so brother sit no sin
with italian chewing pasta
and changing the jester for pennies
chant the city canons

taught not to rule but to swim
along the wave of many-sided zen
Hari Krishna thanks cheating
what it was worth it to be

what it was worth it to be
what was whitened nirvana
hey haron help swim across
for the last copper from your pocket

but a mockery of tails in the eagle
I will see a horned miracle
so wait carrier as long
I loom still on the rock

though boring at the edge of the vegetable gardens
stupidly scared now
but oozing on a saucer of losses
orange slice of freedom

yes with a hangover not visible in the morning
yes merged outlines of loss
hey old man return ticket
wait a few more years

I'll still circle around zero
knock on dead ends and raids
hanging out on the glory square
and I’m not so buzz

without the fatal meaning of a donkey
I still dig up
to get back to the plywood volume
from the biblical code of evil

to return to the plywood house
to the sham father scrap
where does old satan live
fresh wine taster

so collecting in the garbage at the circus
two armfuls of gray hyacinths
lay on native penates
and sprinkle the remains with a shovel

so your back to the railing
to fall asleep on concrete feather-beds
turning into an autumn weed
to get me mixed up in a draft

so that at the end no alley or olives
not a trace of lullabies
only twice drunk si
only three times sung blue

so your back to the railing
to fall asleep on concrete feather-beds
turning into an autumn weed
to get me mixed up in a draft

unlike brother of a fighter
I am a tenant from another quarter ---

(Approx. 1981-82)