Текст песни Леонид Фёдоров, Владимир Волков - Труба

(Alexander Vvedensky )
  
Lies on a table in the dining room
the corpse of the world in the form of creme brulee .
Around stink of decay.
Some fools
here doing multiplication.
Others take poison.
Dry sun, light , comets
sat silently on the subjects.
Oaks head drooped
and the air was rotten.
Motion , heat and hardness
lost pride.
Wing chilly splash faith
One of the world for all people.
Sparrow flies revolver
and holds in its beak tips ideas.
All right crazy .
The world has gone out . The world has gone out .
World slaughtered . He cock .
However, the many benefits gained .
Of course the world has not come to an end ,
is not circled his crown .
But he really dim.
Fomin lying turned blue
and dvuhokonny hand
began to pray . Perhaps only God .
Space formed in the distance.
Flight of the Eagle streamed over the river .
Eagle holding an icon in his fist.
It was God.
It is possible that the land empty of sleep ,
thin, too narrow .
Maybe we're guilty , we are afraid .
And you eagle airplane
sverknёsh arrow into the ocean
or smoky candle
ruhnesh into the river .
Lights nonsense star
it is one without a bottom .