Текст песни Ландыши - Пушкин

I love birds, but they are not affectionate with me,
Shit flows down the tanks right onto the lapels.
The sun is burning, I am without an umbrella, without a baseball cap
But on the tanks and on the outfit with a needle.

Everybody says:
- Yes, it's Pushkin!
But don't you trust anyone:
- What am I to you, assholes, Pushkin?
I am only a monument to him.

It's June, and I'm standing in June in the square.
Today is a holiday, people and horses are walking
Probably was a suicide in a past life
And here I stand here, craped by a dove - a bird.

Everybody says:
- Yes, it's Pushkin!
But don't you trust anyone:
- What am I to you, assholes, Pushkin?
I am only a monument to him.

Everybody says:
- Yes, it's Pushkin!
But don't you trust anyone:
- What am I to you, assholes, Pushkin?
I am only a monument to him.