Текст песни Трофим - Кукольный театр

We lived in an era of early era remakes
For a while we held our hairy paw
Burying talent all my life in the land of fools
Sponsoring someone's Pinocchio project at the Gestapo

We were free like the wind in a leaky stocking
In which the secret of the bourgeois mysteries was hidden
But the organ-grinder's dad pulled him on the shaft
And we recognized it as the flag of the Byzantine empires

Hey Russia step on the gas
The pipe wheezes to Europe
And tie the slings in a knot
Sturmbannfuehrer Karabas

We drank for a long time in taverns for five gold,
Mixing cheap port with expensive cocaine
And it began to seem that we are cooler than any others,
And the profile is similar to Banaparte the fool of Arlecchino!

Hey Russia step on the gas
The pipe wheezes to Europe
And tie the slings in a knot
Sturmbannfuehrer Karabas

And time licked our hands, wagging its tail,
But we, in our naivety, did not dare to believe
That it will turn into a wolf's grin later,
And we will not be able to calm the enraged beast!

Hey Russia step on the gas
The pipe wheezes to Europe
And tie the slings in a knot
Sturmbannfuehrer Karabas