Текст песни TOTmy - Пришелец

Music author and performer - Vitaly "TOTmy" Savenkov (Rybinsk)
Words - S.K.

There is no train, de facto.
Wait another hour, de jure.
Into the waiting room somehow
The fiend of Sura has got in.

Burnt mop of sienna
Rustle of rubbing trousers ...
His article is a military man,
Only, for me - an alien.

The veins on the neck were blowing
The look left puffs
You would decide - deceitful,
I thought it was heavy.

Was illogical as an insole
And a crying campaigner,
As if I was visiting for a week
At Vaucanson Jacques.

Noisy train station bogey
He shared with us, brotherly ...
Maybe with a quirk combined
Are they waiting for him somewhere in Shatsk?

Maybe by the Ryazan field
Is he fascinated by ours?
Maybe Russia is sick?
Maybe even a planet? ..

But delirium is obvious to the patrol,
Like whitewashing with tar -
It all started with "present"
Ahead of "let's pass".

I thought it would start now -
The guy will grab a blaster
And keep the lords, please,
A little will fry the flippers

And roaring "Earthlings!"
He will shed someone else's skin,
And it looks like an elephant
On the softness of mosek,

And the storm will spill
Foaming by the universal sea ...
Having suffered with this misfortune,
Can we burn it all out?

Maybe we can understand the simple
And swear forever?
Maybe still worthy
Is this world to take a word? ..

He answered with a nod -
What a sparrow to a cannon ...
But dropped the ticket
"Cassiopeia - Drying".