Текст песни Соломенные еноты - Новые консерваторы

There was a time when people weren't pawns
And when the waves of wild progress rose,
They fled into the woods in short dashes
And fed on tree roots and blackberries

And they wanted, if they live, like a classless commune
And white deer ran through the blue thicket
And in the village of forest, no one was ever sausage
And then there was no television

Good old times
Good old times
After all, there were the good old days
They were!

The thunderstorms of the world did not reach them with change
Generations replaced each other in smooth influxes
And the children were called Dimons and Ermen
So that they grow up and remember the most important thing

But it happened that someone's son suddenly became a self-seeking
And he loved the precepts of the fathers less and less
And then he was surrounded by people with gloomy faces
And one cattle on the earth became less

In these good old days
Good old times
After all, there were the good old days
They were...

Dreadful time, denomination, desolation
Phone bill hums with overdue bill
Would become a black man, to escape somewhere in Kenya
To become an Inca, to dump, but even to Ancient Mexico

Or maybe wait for the dawn boat
And take it to the nearest town
With a gun like a terrorist from the Baader group
So that in the crystal soul they sound dull and proud

Good old times
Good old times
After all, there were the good old days
Forever!