Текст песни Михаил Щербаков - Автопародия

AUTOPARODIA
Do not mind the two-legged. To whom their fuss
important, antr well sua di?
I also do not need. Don't feel sorry for me
even if I disappear.

Vainly tired suffering brother
calls for help here:
not sorry for the brother. It’s his own fault
henceforth will not be born here.

... metal, electric light, oxygen,
chemical taste, aroma.
Waking up, the biped recognizes himself
with difficulties. And the motors are buzzing.

And hands, without mistaking the mistress,
clutching leverage.
Oh you floating in the bathyscaphe
     save your heart!

Through the gloom I see the helmsman lame
graceful of his limp.
And the waves run, so to speak, behind the stern.
That's it, that from the screw.

And the music, like at a ball at the Tuileries,
I hear the night away.
But as for the coming dawn for this -
comrade, do not believe it! Will not rise.

1993