Текст песни Александр Городницкий - Спасибо, что петь разрешили

Thank you for singing allowed,
Thank you, thank you.
We are all in bruises and contusions,
We sing - not afford.
We are all on the way to the graveyard,
In debt and disease.
Leave your imitation -
It is useless.

Thank you for singing allowed,
Thank you, thank you.
We became Seda and baldness
And look haughtily.
Sing about the other Gentiles
On the other pedestals.
I grow old voice and heart
Tired, tired.

Thank you for singing allowed.
Thank you, thank you.
We were not infallible,
But the benefits have not asked.
From places otgremevshego battlefield,
Where there is an obelisk,
We are carrying out a song with him
Do not close is not close.

Thank you for singing allowed.
But a little later.
In January snowy expanse
Light and frosty.
For how long now in the world
Weather this? ..
A spinning song, like the wind -
Tar, tar.

1987