Текст песни Михаил Елизаров - Самогон

Moonshine

And on Monday Tuesday,
The new day will not be pussy,
As if poetic collection -
Pathetic, degrading how samizdat ...
Samizdat, samizdat!

If not huyuly - Khrenovo,
And in everything like fish about the ice.
One leaf is knocked in the wind.
Spins and falls like a plane ...
Plane, plane!

How much did neither lingered without a case
How many raised at random,
Life about happiness only Piztela,
Stuffy and bitter like self-admission ...
Samsad, self-ad.

Conscience did not give b noness,
Only the one that mute called
He knocked down, crushed, dug,
Noisy and rude, like a dump truck ...
Dump truck, dump truck!

It was better, it would be easier,
No one will save anyone.
Fucking was or meeting,
Luta and ambulance like a self-seeming? ..
Samouch, Samosud!

The locomotives whistling plaintively
Touched, swung the car.
On her cheeks shine evil tears -
White and muddy like moonshine ...
Moonshine, moonshine!