Текст песни Михаил Щербаков - Интермедия 2

Does it chill, does the lower back come together -
people, I suppose, not a fraer:
immediately rattles about the Day of Judgment.
The hail fell - they are running to the clairvoyant.
The pumping station has broken down - they are preparing for war.
Ay, boring, boring to me!

Marcel Proust and Anatole France
in place in my place
put your fingers in your foreheads
and immediately sang about the weather b,
used to glorify the water tower - and would have succeeded.
Ay, boring, boring to me!

I'll get it on my wrist
yes dial down
clock with a golden arrow -
and I'll sit down to get some air in bad weather
on your favorite bus, in the 666th.
Ay, I'm bored!

Let it be there, in confusion and crush,
fellow traveler veteran me
stick between the eyes with a crutch.
The Lord is with him. He's retired for nothing,
and the marshal is obvious. Perhaps I will not say anything.
Ay, Marshal, I'm bored!

Who would be the 666th time
ask why in the world
I still haven't become anything?
Marcel Proust and Anatole France
I suppose they wrote a thousand volumes about it.
Who read them?