Текст песни Сурганова и Оркестр - Хвала

Praise to all those who have been with you,
playing something that is not love,
is called seeing the world
not only as a great restaurant .

Praise to all those who on the lips
your looking for a brand slave
glared at them, but not finding ,
dripped with you as the flesh of rain .

Praise be to those who pushed
your palms who paint the town red
with you entered as part of the GUM
to take your poor mind .

Praise be to all of them - who are you to all of them ?
They are only shadows for good.
That's yours, look, country
Shadows of the past is full .

Where are they all ? They are not long .
Their poison was diluted . their bottom
was a small , short night.
They did not know that the other

You went from the first days of each ,
That those pieces of shadows.
They are to me you were -
They bow low to the ground.