Текст песни Евгений Исакевич - Во мраке дня лилово-сизого...

In the darkness of the day-bluish purple,
Tired of internal struggle,
I looked at the TV mug,
As if in a mirror of fate.

And there on the shelves packaged
All the foreign press,
And pioneer a trained
Oh, never run wild.

Perhaps even more than an hour I
I observe the hard work,
How's the singer tolstomyasye
About feeling passionate shout.

How, standing in the position of fearless,
Breaking the sound of bricks,
Sing us about the important work
A crowd of well-fed men.

The fact that we need to live well,
With the fire and in the blood,
Tells uncle, honored
Drummer, wine taster.

On the bright vision
With dull resignation look
And with delight and excitement
I do not find any words.