Текст песни Никому не известен - Счастье дурака

Fool's happiness
Inna Vorona
Well, so what with the fact that everything is in spite?
Lucky, probably not otherwise.
Lucky, of course, lucky
That the soul wanders and cries
What completely burned out sleep
Shadows roam - dead, dry
That storms fly through spring
That the deaf live in heaven.

So what if everything is wrong?
With a draft oozing milky poison
That they dance tango on the bones
That no one is looking for what's nearby
What is through and through is blown and sore,
Like a cut, like a fresh seam on the skin,
What a funny doctor Aibolit
Sewed as soon as he can.

So what if everything went away?
There are scars of hope left
What's left: sad and funny
And the soul is centered. Somewhere between.
What now - to break? Leave?
And where to? To the neighboring world at hand?
Where is that world - go find it ...
Where peace is mortally lonely ...

Well, so what? So what? So what...
What's under the net of white thin lines
That healed - and for a long time,
What with what's next, but not with them,
That tremble, tapping the rhythm
Hands on trembling knees:
"T-ri-there, we will wait and live,
Live while flowing through thin wreaths

Red hot river. "
And until the hand froze
Append the last line.
What else - for happiness - is a fool?