Текст песни Оптимальный вариант - Сорокаградусный блюз

Middle road
And like a beast on the catcher
But one - hopeless
Another - without face.
There is no end of our efforts,
Hey, who is here in the role of a father?!

In the sea of ​​patience
Do not burn with shame ...
And you are all waiting for Resurrection -
Here is such an environment.
And barely wanted as better -
Everything came out as always.

That neither America is a chance
That neither europe, then "plus",
And big bear
Drinks from Crinte
Sordigradus blues ...

Hey, turn on frost,
Yes, yes, our frosts!
We all will be warmer
In forty-portous blues.

Smoke at the crossroads -
Here is a new father.
But to the stars on the parachute -
There may be a star.
Just there europe with america
Here on the beast catcher ...

Forty-portous blues
Do not try to understand
And love without answering this
Sort-portous blues.
No end in our efforts
In forty-portous blues.

December`99