Текст песни Сергей Арутюнов - Не станет нас - беда невелика

Sergey Arutyunov, from the book "Khor Virap", Moscow 2011

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   Do not become us - the trouble is small.
   Others will enter here little by little -
   The family of a simple poor guy
   Bored in the light of daytime.
   
   And here he is, a light filled with misfortune
   So clear and so inevitable
   That life in the world, unhappy vale,
   Explosive proprietary TNT.
   
   And here is the trouble looking at the zenith
   Like the ancient possessed priestess
   And the horror that sits in the middle of the room
   And waved a shudder of drills.
   
   I believe in their vitality, as in mine,
   But at night, no one interpreted
   Now I cry quietly, then I will pitch tobacco
   I look at the stars and spit from the balcony.