Текст песни ДК - Люмпен-соло, песня о большой любви

You left the program "Time"
With a half-page newspaper face
Entered the Crossword Tribe
Like the passionate cry of an editorial

Your youth rebus is thin
Your dream is only medals
You are "Ogonyok" already from the cradle
And you hardly need life

You are mean as a caricature
Waving, you immediately ferment the plum
Weaves from a mug sitting zhura
Thinking yours like foam of beer

And from the lampshade the leaves of light
In a pattern of feelings fall sleepily
And your life is like a symbol of death
Funeral march

And ahead of all the monsters, shadows
Heirs of the microcephalic
Source of Wise Feelings
A spring of physical hulks

Growing page stories
And now the seed is rising
We, as one, newspaper-faced
Don't leave us, our time!

I watch what to watch
I read what to read
I understand that I have to endure
When you need to close your eyes
I live by your head
I submit to your fate
In general, I am pleased with myself
Because you need it so
If you need me, then I'm stupid
If you need me, then I'm blind
I am your slave, finishing your soup
Protect your bread from enemies
What you say - I will fulfill in a moment
And I'll say what needs to be said
If somewhere there is a scream
I will say: no need to shout!
In general, I don't give a damn about anything
He saddened you the chosen path
You only gave me the opportunity to drink
If suddenly you drown
I will not save you
I will drown