Текст песни Гайдаровские - О бедных микробах

I look at the gray valley
And sad eyes clouding again
I see pictures of amusing
In the fog disappeared slope

There in the darkness of the autumn, the threshold
There are not only poor in a wallet
There lies, forgotten god
Creepy world invisible and dumb

Crying in pools of poor amoeba
And silent with downcast eyes dull
Perhaps the citizens of microbes
After all, they want sympathy

Here I lay down with his head having covered
And I looked into the dark eyes
I see: they wander the crowd
And they have nothing to cover the nudity

Against them are brilliant green with sulfacetamide
Iodine and culfamonometoksin
They chase the evil lymphocytes
Viciously barking dogs as chain

After all, they do not save up anger
But the world does not love nobody
Perhaps the citizens of microbes
And they will pay you for

We were warm and cozy in the apartments
Thick howling kettle on the stove
And behind the door the minute the wind
Howling in the echoing emptiness

Where we step indifferently
The trillions of nozzles and spitting
Millions fate of evil, accidents
And tragedies woven tangle

AMD family, internecine wars
Don Juan, Hamlet, Juliet
Perhaps the citizens of microbes
After sadder share in the world is

You are always cheek
And will carry your cross without complaint
To you they even get through the crack
The flesh of the most remote places

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You will leave even the best friend
These chips you replace other
And there's something about the disease

You will be taken on a journey to the grave they
Pomolchat, hanging his head
Perhaps the citizens of microbes
And they pay you back with interest