Текст песни Анатолий Киреев - Мы варили суп харчо

We cooked soup kharcho,
We talked about anything,
In our small apartment
We sit shoulder to shoulder.
On the wall crawling moon
Behind the wall is a war:
From a neighbor Uncle Vasya
I was going to leave his wife.
Tired of her hard life,
Tired of her eternal shame,
Tired of her uncle Vasin
The dimensionless appetite.

We are with you - two hours
Lost his voice;
Our sounds, our hands
Flew to heaven.
And we can not find them,
we can not save them -
The night scares rain curses,
Snow fell asleep all the way.
Uncle Vasya in blind drunk,
Tearing apart your accordion.
He does not want to recognize
No guitars, no piano.

City of sleeping like a good spirit,
Talking out loud.
Train-hysterical
I shouted like a rooster.
And the night in a hurry on this cry,
And the night takes off his wig -
Our sounds, our hands
We were back at this moment.
Behind the wall, the silence,
The world war ended.
Morning colors Uncle Vasya
The color of fortified wine.