Текст песни Саша Прохоров - один четыре - 88

Bendyuzhniki drink for fog, for autumn,
Ravens flock like a black hundred
And in a pose of fourteen / eight-eight
A drunken man is raped in the alley.
The frost grows stronger and creaks on the skin,
The face was lost in my smile.
Tomorrow they will put me in a warm coffin,
And they will download to the motives of Schnittke.

But now there is no time for a commemoration,
And the sunny bunny wheezes under the bast shoe.
Bendyuzhniki howl already from the blue,
But do not escape cadaveric spots.
And the fields were burning, and the wind was sharpening,
And there were some whores close by.
And in the evening a cloud with a copper gag
It went down my throat and felt bitter.

The sun is coming to us in a boxcar!
Shakes it around the edges of the Urals ...
I dream (why would?) Comrade Trotsky,
Kissing a drunken Frida Kahlo.
But something the bendyuzhi calmed down,
A hopeless holiday reigns over the world ..
And the snow will be loose, heavy, loose ..
And only he will decorate tomorrow.