Текст песни Александр Дольский - Песенка пессимиста

Where necessary and not necessary
Who the hell knows.
Catch souls, dig treasures
They can steal a coat.
All hands can do
And come up with a head
Everyone steals - thoughts, pants
And good words.
Fooled and tricked
Blaming the others
They will clean everything - both pockets and an apartment
And the country.

Stop talking for a minute
Take a look around and whatever the hour
You will see that thieves, thieves, thieves
Surround, quietly surround you!

All that people have achieved
Inspiration and labor
Bring them like a platter
And pay for them later.
Caught in the muddy waters
All beluga and sturgeon.
The insight of the wise is stolen
The mind is the last fool.
Villains will enter a stranger’s house
On a clear day, not in silence
Whistle music, ideas
And love for his native country.

Stop talking for a minute
Take a look around and whatever the hour
You will see that jail jail jail
Quiet us.

And the smaller the wretched thief,
That makes sin more visible.
Who already has a lot
He steals the most.
I want to believe
That this rubbish will disappear
But as long as there is a grouse,
There is a thief on him!
Though their breed is imperishable,
There is one joy to us -
Entropy in the Universe
Do not put your hands on it yet!

Stop talking for a minute
Take a look around and whatever the hour
You will see...