Текст песни Тимофей Денисов - Мы разучились...

We have learned to tear shirts on the chest
and sing songs, tearing off a liga
we wear gutta-opera masks
And so we look at the sky,
Fearing rain, bristly umbrellas.
Singing copper for a black day.
And, cleverly discussing the rubble,
Laughing painted mouths ...

... but the hand stretches to the collar,
Cutting soul exposing ...
And at the foothold of the first tram
towards the young breeze
suddenly break from the hook,
Leave leashes, umbrellas and masks.
and sing songs, tearing off a liga
Furious fooling fool.

Bitter honey (C)