Текст песни А.Новиков - Развязать бы мой язык...

to untie my tongue,
Yes zavyazhutsya hands.
I thought, in a voice - came a scream
Under the sounds of steel.

I thought, no, not for me
Stone walls.
I thought fast horse -
Horse ordinary.

At the gates of the empty Troyan
Hell find.
I thought the wind will be drunk,
It turned out - vodka.

And, prop to the nines,
Famously paid
The best of the shirts -
The one that I was born.

Not thought then scarring,
Yes grabbed their breasts.
A candle was burning on both ends -
I thought to be brighter.

I thought, no, not in years
Drag losses.
I Thought - people believe them.
It turned out - animals.

I thought to cry, but it turned into laughter -
From fear, right.
I thought to the block after all -
It turned out to be the first.

Spit on whom are now
You, my shirt.
In the most bitter of losses -
Only a minute fear.

From the chest dull moan
From the deadly boredom.
I thought reality, but it turned out - a dream.
That sort of thing.