Текст песни Банда четырёх - Мир без новостей

Cold morning summer
Sky gray sheets.
Radio whispering couplets,
Choking in fits of anger.

The road to the service I'm going,
And to go more stop,
I look in the newspaper to a neighbor
At screaming gibberish titles.

A world without news!

Here all conversations of passers
Like a raving crowd in the theater.
The Illusion of Life, it seems,
No one will interrupt the play!

Rain - umbrellas on the asphalt,
Sun - on the beach and swim,
I look at the dusty inscription
In the inscription "Do not lean."

A world without news!

Accidents do not occur
In the usual familiar field
At the same time of the year,
In the same neighborhood.

The inevitable booze payroll
In anticipation of starlight,
And I wish that instead of a grenade
The pocket book of the damned poets.

A world without news!

And under my feet fall leaves,
I pass them with caution,
But it's better to be dead fascist,
What is a trained affection.

Gray sheet sky
Nothing nor take away or add,
It is only the will to win
There is something able to fix it!

A world without news!