Текст песни Пилот - Стишок следующий

Punks playing the guitar,
Go for a beer was too lazy .
The dream of pure light given
Usually start the day .
People bursting over port ,
Children chewed sausage.
In reeking brandy coffee
Policeman picking his nose.
Laundry drying on the balcony ,
At the construction site shed waning .
Ivan Nikiforovitch Kruger
Was hit by a tram rail .
And the sun was granted life to the land !
Girl floated on the river .
Someone hit near the snout ,
And at the same time - the bells !