Текст песни Я - По одной в день

He opened the fate of mutton account
And the judge left no choice
And now no one is waiting for him
And he doesn’t care - he’s a turtle,

He is a bus, he does not exist,
But looks like an octopus,
And he sees an advantage
That he is alone, but there are many of us.

But the day will come when
He will return for the oar,
Which we do not remember
Already a thousand years.

He will disappear like a shadow
And in return will leave a word -
A word about how the Earth rushes through the centuries, through the blood and lashes.