Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Перед телевизором

B.Okuzhava. Too much of all sorts of tanks

Too much of all sorts of tanks, all sorts of guns and soldiers.
And military orchestras will be too violent,
and gray generals, though the bullets themselves poured, -
But for fast victories with pleasure, you drink vodka.
I'm alone. And there are so many of them, and they are proud of themselves,
And the military orchestras will drown my voice.