Текст песни P.S. 27 - Хлам

[Music - Roman Suslov, lyrics - Alexander Frolov]

I’ll ask you one question:
What is old trash?
And I will answer it myself:
Junk is all and nothing.

The one who climbed into the attic
And not at all such a simpleton.
In the attic and here and there
Old trash is always kept.

We will shake off the dust of centuries
And right away, we’ll understand everything at once.
And then let’s go into the past,
Not regretting anything.

Amidst the trash in gloomy darkness
Forget about the hustle and bustle.
You’ll find out, by the way,
What came before and what then.

And here came the mouse.
Why the hell are you rustling?
But, by the way, what can she not rustle?
She needs to protect the trash.

We will shake off the dust of centuries
And right away, we’ll understand everything at once.
And then let’s go into the past,
Not regretting anything.

Among the mysterious things
Amid the rustling of mice,
Of course, it will become clear to you
What is the old trash.