Lyrics Владимир Сорокин - Пьяненькая печаль

The night of darkness enveloped the boulevards and parks of Moscow
And from the falconers drunk you are dragging you
There is no thoughts of money, cars are carried away into the distance
And as always with me, drunken sadness

So you're drunk on the boulevard alone
Eh to smoke you some citizen will give you
They rush past the lights sparkling taxis
Sweet girl sees wonderful dreams

There is no money in the pockets of flared trousers
Oh, I want to live so much without any worries or torment
There is no thoughts of money, cars are carried away into the distance
And as always with me, drunken sadness