Текст песни Коктейльное дело - Лихие времена

I am in a dense stream of ideas,
Unable to come up with their own,
I am that the brighter and radically different.
Here, everything was shared to us
By outward appearances races
In classes and castes of both friends and foes.

Yes, joining together in herds,
Without conscience and without shame
It is more convenient and easier against someone to be friends.
But how to choose the correct flag?
A very important step,
What color cloth to cover his stupidity.

Kites in the Kremlin honoring tradition
Write on the stones of our names.
Flasks on belts, dreams in their buttonholes.
Blame the dashing its ambitions in the days ...

Even half a century later,
Grandchildren on our bones
Splyashut, I am trying to rewrite history.
In all the hallmarks of the sons
His sovereign country
Across all eternity deep shit ...

Kites in the Kremlin honoring tradition
Write on the stones of our names.
Flasks on belts, dreams in their buttonholes.
Blame the dashing its ambitions in the days ...