Текст песни Константин Сапрыкин - Анархист

How many songs are sung, how many words are said
About the King of Jesters who departed from us
How many generations have grown up to aggressive punk rock
The scene was orphaned when the Pot left ...
Somewhere in the sky, an artist is waiting
For the first time an anarchist came to heaven

Suddenly the phone rang like thunder
From the other world came a velvet baritone
I'm so bored here, disgusted by the slicked paradise
These rivers of milk, this transcendental land!
I wander in the rays of the sun, as in the darkness!
Tell me, how is it on Earth

It is sad and empty here, waiting on the street
Only the wind
Penetrates souls, burns hearts with cold
Ferocious and endless
The sky pours ashes, burns out the eyes
Lash blows
Frozen ground groans underfoot
The world is hopeless

I'll be back, I promise! My place is among you
The Lord will sign the order for the first time
About the way back, about the stairs from the sky
On the way home, which I have not been for so long!
And again the artist will smile on the stage
The anarchist will call for him!

The sadness will disappear, the soul will subside
Pain and wind
The land will breathe freely under the stream of rain
Washing the ashes from their faces
The darkness will dissipate, the eyes will clear
Longing will disappear
He'll be back soon, we'll certainly wait
From the other world Pot

How many songs are sung, how many words are said
About the King of Jesters who left us….