Текст песни Александр А.В.С. Скворцов - Бокал кефира

A GLASS OF KEFIR

I walk along the Arbat with a broken muzzle,
But generally satisfied, with kefir in a glass:
We are on a bet with a friend of the song Zenith
They yelled at the false third.

But, apparently, thirds are not held in high esteem here -
Clearly, they just explained everything to us.
First: "Hey, hey! Why are you yelling here?"
And then - the moments were short.

No, don't you think! We are ... Almost.
There are just twelve of them ... Here we are! Then ...
And they sang not very cleanly.
And with logic it was weak enough ...

I will say without embellishment - I was better ... raised.
I managed to shout: "We are supporters of peace!" ...
I walk along the Arbat with a broken muzzle,
But on the whole - satisfied. With a glass of kefir.

A.V.S.