Текст песни Директор пляжа - Судьба Ильича

Do you know where are all the trains?
There is only one station, ie, one tear
It will disappear if you close your eyes
How else disappeared

And the world, who made the first step in Christmas
Where O'Hara warms no more than Abrau Durso
And the dial provides the same clean
And a little unsteady chair

Prospect, which is sometimes at night
Old-timers met the ghost of the Black Fiddler,
Whose angular shadow resembled rook
And I did not know how to fly

And the square with benches blue skies,
Where the old lady feeding pigeons in the morning,
And bread crumbs snow caught Boreas
And filled alley

Gone are the children whom nobody liked,
The houses in which no one has ever lived,
Your joints, stretched between the veins,
Your face and name

All disappeared, only approximately knock train
Drowning your cry, and ring wires,
Drowning your cry, and goes back star
Converting the world to curves

And it left the town of red brick,
A pair of letters in the marks of wax,
It is the nursery rhyme about the fate of Ilyich
The rest of the forgotten, is shouting