Текст песни Алексей Кискачи - Сиамский брат

Get up, my brother, do not sleep,
I, you know, a little weak
Soul and heart of a servant,
And bad to look at.
Get up as who else
Dress up in a bad outfit,
Strive to their & quot; viva! & Quot;
Not for the calculation -
Not that entails
Me.

Love can not remember
Though I was a child
With you in the neighborhood
We love fate.
We love the gallery,
We love the stalls,
Without adyultera
We love akterkoy.

Well with what we have
Siamese calls
The people, and the shaft pret
In our conversation -
As we and they
They do not know where is Siam
Where legged twins
Presented the world
Build a temple -
Not us.

But you wait,
You'll be the first,
And rejecting the circus,
The Siam come back.
Otyschesh to the temple
The road in a thicket,
Where I was before,
Omoesh wound.

Though side terribly hurt,
I snapped away
Run brightens the night
And the circus buzzing.
They need us, not you,
Our room do not go,
Director furious kill
Semi-me
Semi-you

But rushing into the wild,
SEE THE akterku,
Tell her only
What you have become me.
She will not
Guess who with her,
Just say: & quot; trust & quot;
And forget.

1999