Текст песни Новый Художественный Ансамбль - Песня о тревожной молодости

Song of Anxious Youth

Flags
Flags
Flags
In bloody bellows harmonies
Iron constructions of pre-holiday vigils
Order
Cruel slaps of broken palms
Like a boot
Polished Piano Covers
Parade
Smart steps
Rejecting the pallor of a stooped gait
Dropped eyes
Prison Walks
Rotating globe slowly
Wrinkled with a bitter network of wrinkles
Belted by walls even in a cube
Oblivion

Getting light
Dog at the gates of dawn yawns, showing broken teeth
So it should be like this: dog life - to the dog
Through the cracks in the fence, the sun creeps with its ever-shining erysipelas
Illuminates the slender columns of people
Who are they?
Where are they going?
Why are they so happy?
Who is it waving to them from a divine height?
Ah, there’s a holiday ...
The song helps them build and live ...
And Kostya Potekhin sang
To live and love
So where is the truth?
And what do we sing?
My dear father, how can we sing if our jaws cramp
From hate
Our sun, dear father, teach us, illiterate and rootless
How do we live?
And for what?
To build?
For love?
Love...
The executioner also loves his children.
Who dares to open his heart to look into the eyes of cruelty
Named by the terrible name Duty
What a great word
And what does it mean - debt?
And that means debt, living on credit, borrowing an idea, but not to the point.
Ah, if I could pay off my debts ...
Warm dried paint
To fix the brains, straighten the humps, write a picture
But, but ...
Dunaevsky, why did you leave without saying goodbye
And the door is blowing
Peppy tune

Time
Two
Three
Four
Time
Two
Three
Wider!
Time
Two
Three
Four
Time
Two
Three
Wider!
That factory
Brick
Green
Trumpet
That factory
Brick
Green
Trumpet
That factory
Brick
Green
Trumpet
That factory
Brick
Green
Trumpet

Then the rusty tube in the lip-shaped slaps of the sour drool of elegia barked nuclear vomit that spilled in the saucer of nursing breasts, spitting out cranes with rusty toads, the habits of the walking bag of the canine seal throat on the strangled shallows of the gills of the fingers clawed into the charred rivers of uncleaned rot!
One-two-three-one-two-three

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