Текст песни Мрак Шагал - Товарищ Шагал

at me from the mirror looking face,
looks exhausted sleep fugitive
and a failure to meet the smiling steps:
& Quot; good morning, Comrade Chagall. & Quot;
today
            do not shoot guns of the enemy,
You can look at the ceiling lying.
                                    And nehochetsya
go out until
                                                 as long as
not nalezhishsya
                       and behold.
today
                 all the old fun:
wine bust,
                          the sound of the boulevard
listen to silly jokes
some ladies
            in cigarette mist bar.
and like
               I should be happy,
but the right to admit tired
                                          a little:
with this way of being in the wild
hunting sometimes space,
                                              total.
But interestingly,
                        how long can we,
 maintaining a pompous style
                                 and pathetic,
shamelessly pretend
                                          set,
at least hypothetically.
I,
          taking out a cigarette carefully,
currently offer, so what,
                                              Sit down.
I do not smoke, do not get me wrong
it smokes my antagonist.
I go out on the porch raw
exhausted sleep fugitive
and smile towards failure steps.
morning shone, comrade walked.