Текст песни Бахыт Компот - Бухалтер Иванов

Moon waning face rises from behind the hills
In the forest chilled faun plays sopelke
Upivshiysya in the nozzle Accountant Ivanov
He wanders through the woods to his flying saucer.

He's not an accountant - not. He chuzhezvёzdny guest.
Trapped forever among Russian vesey.
He kosmolёt broke, and here he had to
Seriously need to master of the professions.

The farm "Path of Dawn" no man is more important
The farm had land and Domino,
The car "Lada", a chicken coop, six pigs,
My wife is a veterinarian and other cattle.

What more could you want? It would seem, live!
Work hard, have fun, culturally evolving,
Read the "Decameron", see color Tiwi
And then in the output obldramteatr winded.

But no, longing gnaws alien mind
The abundance of cattle is not happy, not warm
Arts and Tiwi not excite thoughts
Accountant Ivanov drinking vodka and flies into a rage.

Like a hungry wolf, he, in the midnight sky
Sometimes melancholy stare staring
And take a glass, then the other, there is a
It is hidden in the forest flying saucer.

Sheltered from the eyes of the branches and the ground
The remains of the ship are buried in a ravine
Where fell from the stars once our hero,
Break the back of their space Konyaga.

And Ivanov cries and howls and growls
Kicking boot the damn planet
And watching him the universe is silent ...
Only a solitary faun plays quietly somewhere.