Текст песни Александр Дольский - Тихий океан

I approach the ocean,
But not from the Russian side.
In San Francisco from Fog
Even the shops are not visible.
I have an empty pocket
On the fig to me this shop.
We are under a fly, but not drunk.
It is very good!
Ocean, Ocean,
You're drunk today ...
I came to conversation
For souls and by the mind.
Only drunk and thief
without a bottle and no dispute
Do not teach anything.
We go here like bourgeois
Along on Street and Avenue.
If someone cares,
I will thompan them.
Ladies on the booth and the bank,
So as not to squat Muur.
I am on a siene on Lubyanka
Botal, as in Tsereu.
Ocean, Ocean,
You are schizo and hooligan.

You walk and rake,
and spit like shpan ...
Summer soul, Lyuhu
on the fate of his boo
Pleshing drunk wave.
From New York to Miami
We went left and forth.
And in the Pacific Ocean
His hike finished.
Salt Lake City flew
Like Penza and Tuva ...
Nor fuck we did not see
Only vodka and frustral.
Ocean, Ocean,
Healchi me the RAS -
from wife and from children
And from the whole of my relatives,
from Earth and Necksevoda,
from high verse
and from the Russian people
And from drunken sin.

1993.