Текст песни Александр Непомнящий - История одного города

The city was handed over without a single shot,
Classes were caught:
Coverene ended in the pocket
And the other day was waiting for new holidays.
Someone, having fallen by gasoline, became a torch.
Crop your finger at the temple, called the mind.
And boys with victorious persons
Danced something there with white flags ...
And the train was driving in Disneyland ...

And no one suggested, did not shoot,
Murley themselves, somehow, quietly,
A month later noticed,
That the neighbor has always locked ...
Bumpied cemeteries
The serials did not finish
Dreamed of god, ruddy like a speaker
Weekly children did not cry ...

Went by megalopolis in the garden,
Dragged by Kulikov battles,
Relax to get pleasure
Pleep as if only there was no war.
In the footsteps of degeneration on the face
Paved the sword on the APHISS,
Delivered Batav Korshun for 30 y. e.,
They raised devotion to Mickey Maus.

Disappeared from memory and cards,
Vdal led good intention.
They were excavated by archaeologists,
No archaeologists will never
After all, the train rushes to Disneyland.

Yes, and the tale is gradually ends,
Or the history of one city,
Or one hundred years of loneliness
And the child was struggling ants.
(1999)