Текст песни Смысловые Галлюцинации feat. Вячеслав Бутусов - Бог - SuperStar

Dark night, chosen from the club
Behind someone called: "Hey, Buba!"
I add a step, cigarette nervously
It was necessary to go through the service

Again the voice: "Hello, Buba!"
And smiles to a smile toothless
Winks a baked eye
Who it? Looks like everyone at once

He began: "Well, you, Seryoga, Cowboy!
I heard your song "Eternally young"
The rest of the work does not understand
Is it really nice? "

I say: "Well, I'm a cowboy
And you, the buddy, who will you be so?
You are with all your untidiness
Run on trouble "

The answer was like a blow to the current:
"I am the kernel of the Soviet rock
Arrived from the shore of truth
All painful express

What are you doing? You are mired in vice!
Who looks like this in Russian rock?!
What songs? How many snot!
You disgrace me, Sergey!

Believe me, it hurts to talk about it
But why don't you sing a duet?
All people like people: who in Moscow, who is in Australia
And you and I share everything in the Middle Urals

If you don't be friends with your head
Not to come to you, bub, superstar
Throw these tricks! Otherwise, the end!
This is an order, Sergey Bobunets "

Said and disappeared as if the wind was carried
Who was that? And what did he carry here?
Maybe he has some kind of grief?
And what am I now? Mad or what?

Everyone in rock has their own vices
It's time to extract lessons
Everyone has their prophets in rock
Whites my sail is so lonely