Текст песни А.Макаревич - Брассенс и Бернес

While the motor knocks and legs are worn,
And thoughts wake different in the Bald,
Soul, no matter how cool, asks something,
In addition to women, drinks, etc.

In the spiritual I do not mean neither Belmes,
I do not know how to feel a poor thing:
She is only to hear Brassense da Bernes,
And there, you look, and then you can live.

Singers sing and labuhi play ...
Cut the idol - God Save!
Singers like us live and die
We just sing not as they.

On a simple motcher three vests -
And the happy root soul.
And maybe in heaven will be rewarded for it,
Or maybe neither Shisha will not be rewarded.

I also have enough soon
Go to those distant edges
Where they are waiting for me for a long time and Mark and Zhora -
Verified old friends.

And here, on the wild white light,
How did you go anywhere
My advanced children will remain
And everyone will listen to all shit.