Текст песни Александр Вавилов - Кто-нибудь умный

Somebody smart
 
Rovnenko so seamstress stitches
And burst into tears, she said: "I'm sorry, son,
No matter how twisted ribbon, but, alas,
Soon it will hang a wreath on your ... "
 
Surrealism grows stronger. And on the canvas -
We construct a prostitute and cities.
On the other side of the darkness of the universe
Somebody smart goes back and forth.
On the other side of the universe only silence
It defines the genre of his paintings.
Someone buys a smart wine.
Somebody smart drink it alone.
Someone invents smart sunset.
Anybody looking for a smart way to darkness.
He received immortality rental
And as a child, he rejoices:
He writes centipedes and crafts,
Net writes the sky above,
To live under this sky could
Anyone who even though a little lively.
Somebody wrote a smart order of the days,
The smell of watermelon, music, ice ...
In general, their universe to it
Prostitutes were built and the city.
Someone intelligent, listening silence,
He writes himself nightmares inside nights.
Somebody wrote myself a smart war,
He writes himself wounded and doctors.
 
An autopsy revealed itself. Bye.
Rovnenko so seamstress stitches.
Black suit and white clouds ...
No matter how twisted ribbon, but - alas.