Текст песни Тихий Уголок - Смерть фортуны

The cave ceiling plate
Hang the sword of Damocles
The rafters torn wiring ...
You still unharmed yet
But there is nothing to do with luck -
It scares the smell of vodka,
She does not like acrid smoke,
But this trickle of cargo holds,
A hop erases the feeling of fear -
And you'll stay alive
Just because you know the taste
Liqueurs own collapse ...

Standing unsteadily on his feet,
His fall keen
Stronger than any of the women.
Plate fell in two steps -
Fortune again at anything -
She is so lucky ...
She's dead - what do you expect
The one whose candle will extinguish rain,
What gave no sleep all night? -
You're not asleep, thank God!
More glass - and in the way ..!
1987