Текст песни Кооператив Ништяк - Вертинский умер

This will never be spoiled,
Not a glimmer of night at dawn.
And do you expect, when all this is over,
When everything is a turn off.
Hearses on the streets with a roar
Performed Mozart symphonies
And delusional monsters Hoffmann
From the land there are dwarfs.
And only the memory of the past cheerful -
From newspaper clippings yellow stripes,
Will we now possible
Drawing on the wall of yellow paint.
And what is there, to hell with the future,
He does not have it - adverb
Sprawling slippery snakes
As concrete steps in the evening.

Managing warm vaults
Take our souls sad,
Games with drunken poems -
Muffles silence.
A prospectus on Tuesday night
Soft snow wrapped up warmly,
Only at night do not see their holiday,
And I do not hear their songs at dusk.

And shakes us to the fatherland
Silent guardian of the city.
Life ends windy evening,
Small prazdnichkom hustle-bustle.
And snowflakes as letters from the Bible,
Above all, morosely faded,
To then turn mockingly
The ice is slippery, so we fell on it.
So, alas, never spoiled,
Not a glimmer of the night at dawn,
And do you expect, when all this is over,
When everything is a turn off.