Текст песни Никита Прокопьев - Вот прошла трудовая неделя

At the very edge survived
Just you and my past experience
Alas, they lost me like torn beads-
Just a thread on your finger

(c) Egor Letov

poems Vladimir Uflyand

Who doesn't believe.
Who jumps happily.

Only I, owning myself,
Got on the bus
and going to the suburbs. Show in full

The working week has passed.

Who doesn't believe.
Who jumps happily.

Only I, owning myself,
Got on the bus
and going to the suburbs.

There I immediately become under the hazel.
I open my mouth and pretend to be a birdhouse.
I disfigure myself a little
but I merge with nature.

And on all sorts of melodies
parodies flow from my chest.
But I swear
that I am not their creator:
then the Starling has awakened in me.

In general
during the week
I serve in my department.

If there is a divine spark in me,
I’ll become a minister someday.