Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - Про барда Колю

Once called oligarchs bard Kohl
Come with a speech to someone's birthday.
And Nick agreed and flew to Stockholm,
Taking the volume of Murakami and sweater potepeley.

In the business class cabin on the Helsinki and Tukki
He thought of & quot; last, their souls need light! & Quot;
Is it possible to realize that in the world except the & quot; Murka & quot;
There Brodsky Levitansky and somewhere even Fet?

Surely from inveterate baryg and embezzlers
Tretyakovs born, and so thick. D.
And the spirit of enlightenment turns galaxy
Bartender of the regional committee, nazhivshih for trouble? & Quot;

And, standing on a box of whiskey, he turned to the congregation,
Quietly humming of the main and more.
Around glasses clinked and carried the dishes,
But Cole did not care and somehow good.

And suddenly, when he lifted up the catharsis of the world,
Piercing the revelation of God and destiny,
There was a drunken cry of a banker
& Quot; Kolyan and can & quot; Murka & quot; and four-thread of the & quot; Lube & quot;? & quot ;.

He flew spiritual raskhlistanny and barefoot,
As if the Jews lost his Moses.
And in my head swarmed eternal questions:
& Quot; Who is to blame? & Quot ;, & quot; What should I do? & Quot; and & quot; Kuda bich from here? & quot ;.