Текст песни Валера Ульянов - Тише

the damn sound of the ringing of truth of metal boxcars
somewhere near here above the frozen river
and the ringing of such groans of blowing horns
the whole essence of that city sharply carried
what for
why do I need all this if
won't go back there the same, gone home
from the pop tunes of the legendary Presley
up to shaved heads and "Zigzag oh"
The boxcar usually has something written on it
I'm not interested, I'm not one of those
Who wants to spoil everything, tear-beat until vomiting,
For sadistic mental pleasures.
You ask me why I am like this
Threw all the shit, drove somewhere
It's simple - to part with everything that prevented you from fucking
Fuck without hearing satanic laughter
Your laugh is satanic and it's fucking true
And if you're laughing then fuck over me
Do not think, leave this hell.
And again, louder than "Oops Zigzag!"

And again it will snow, again some strange tunes
Hair grow back, Presley in a Lincoln radio
These are dreams, out of tune and out of tune
Alcohol-free mulled wine at the ceiling.