Текст песни Трофим - Поэт и олигархи

Once the oligarchs called Bard Kohl
Come with speech on someone's anniversary,
And Kolya agreed and flew to Stockholm,
Taking Tomik Murakami and sweater warming.

In the business class cabin over Helsinki and Turku
He thought "finally their souls need light,
Surely realized that in the world except "Murki"
There are Brodsky, Levitansky and somewhere even Fet.

Surely from the seats of the Baryg and Kasnokradda
Tretyakov, thick, etc.?
And the Spirit of Enlightenment will be Pleiada
Buffetrs, Commands who have gone on trouble? "

And putting on the box from whiskey, he turned to the flock,
Quietly singing about the main and big,
Around the rangs of wine glasses and spread out
But the cola was careful and somehow good.

And suddenly, when Qatarsis took him over the world,
Piercing with a frank about God and fate,
There was a drunk exclamation of some banker:
"Kolyan, and you can" Murku "and Che-thread from" Lube "?"

Nay-nay-na-na-nai,
Nay-nay-na-na-nai,
Nay-nay-na-na-nai,
NA NA NA...

He destroyed spiritually, rash and barely,
As if confused by the Jews of Moses,
And in the head the eternal questions were wound:
"Who is to blame? What to do? And whitches are the Paul?"