Текст песни Поэма 12, часть 9 - мое исполнение

I can not hear the noise of the city ,
Above Neva tower silence
And no longer a policeman -
Walk, guys , without wine !

Should a bourgeois at the crossroads
And in the collar hid his nose .
And next hair clinging tight
Tails between their legs mangy dog .

Should a bourgeois, like a hungry dog ​​,
It should be silent as a question .
And the old world , as the dog of humble origin ,
It is necessary to him , tail between its legs .