Текст песни 1986 год - Молва

RUMOR
Oh, yes, there is grass growing in the meadow -
Soft, green.
Oh, fly, fly rumor -
Rumor gagged!

They say: swollen from sleep
Yes, the insides drunk, -
And my head is clear
Though tightly beaten!

They say: for the sweetness of sin
May it be rewarded a hundredfold, -
And my hand is strong -
Come, let's fight!

I'm not tired of being naughty,
Yes balls-pockets.
Let us be alive - we will not die
And let's die - so with music!

Oh, yes, there is grass growing in the meadow -
Soft, green.
Oh, fly, fly rumor -
Rumor gagged!