Текст песни Михаил Кочетков - В петроградских домах ветер снов

In Petrograd homes, the wind of dreams,
African passions play.
Blowing in a drawing fakir-rat
And the orphans run away from the outskirts.
Mauri pour a crocodile tear,
Peter Vienna reveals in the pelvis,
Eunuch paws sleeping beauties.

Rimnians of smoked ladies
Cock already in the corridors,
Unscrying body to sell
Europeans from Sierra Leone,
Burst into an Aurora sunset
Morning will be the wisers of the evening.

In the morning it hit the winter volley,
Growing frowning
The heretic will fly to the station,
On the move leaving the pool.
Torn the double-headed rooster
Hairy salyapin bass
Eaters, tearing off from Stów,
Fried fried weight.

In Petrograd homes, the wind of dreams ...