Текст песни Саша Прохоров - Соседи мои

My neighbors - swifts and bats -
(fearless folk that the hoppy winds lick) -
They also don’t like morning and whisper something
About the departing stars, possessed pearls.
Someone stared into the house through the moon monocle.
In the warm resin, the rain of the poplar got wet.
Their branches — the fingers of the witches — became blurry in the rain.
The uncle in the kitchen drank and grunted loudly.

Morning creeps on us, a viscous slug ..
Soon my face will turn sour like milk.
Obscene venom knits bulldog lips.
I smile, feeling for the last ruble.
Uncle slurps and silently takes out a cookie -
You can’t buy them respect for rubles.
You stare into the stratosphere with a burning look,
And in the head the first atom decays ..

Shameful and painful, swifts fly away in the fall.
And for me only evening. It gets dark at eight.
I pray of snow, a cloud is swaggering in the sky.
It’s a pity that there are no neighbors. It was better with them ...