Текст песни Максим Жигновский - Околесица

SLAVER

Everyone wants to know something,
Not against each refill
The stock of five kilograms of brain,
And it is better to complete ducat.

But you're not! Do not you?
Stocks in the head, they say, enough,
Seeks to expand the authority of,
What each of us should.

In the streets you walk, Or where are you wandering,
All you are looking for something new,
Who searches - finds and overwhelmed with work,
Perhaps you have time - otyschesh.

You work you - standing at the machine,
Maybe lazish the mountains,
In the brains you have a mess -
My Kingdom for a horse gave!

And now the hour has come - found a pedestal!
Now there is a place to stand,
But your thoughts train full of darkness,
Higher up they used to raise the sun!

It happens the same way - some kind of simpleton
It will open a new theory,
Tell about it - such Dobrodey,
A listener will call "ambulance."

Madhouse - not a palace. And life is -
All brilliant - just ...
Why, you do not understand - bad chump,
All appreciate by the standards of your guests!

Oh, people! Mother you are! Lovely!
Open poshirshe eyes
Look on the streets, collect in apartments
His mind kilos!

(M.Zhignovsky, February 1992)