Текст песни Роман Иноземцев - Возвожу монумент

I'm erecting a monument to myself
Not granite, but sand.
It can crumble at a moment, but so what,
I don't build it for centuries!

From simple, not sublime words,
In the likeness in our own -
Without storming tops and not destroying foundations,
Without imposing on anyone.

Neither Tungus, nor Kyrgyz, nor Yakut,
Paving his way
To see him, do not collapse - he will
An under-attraction.

In famous earthly languages
No one will understand a shisha in him,
And if I die, it will dissolve in the sands by the river,
Between the thickets of reeds.

But nevertheless, in order not to lie,
Construction has a clear goal:
Let the sunbathe fall on this sand
Someone's XL booty!

And with a merciless awl into her
Suddenly a grain of sand will penetrate
And suddenly the bassoon will sing in my soul
And longing will settle in the heart

And, one day, in an empty head
He listens to the trumpet in Arkhangelsk
Six-foot size will tell everyone
That he is building a monument to himself!