Текст песни Умка и Броневичок - Командовать парадом

It's time to switch to old man's kefir
It's time to go on the all-Union broadcast
It's time before it's too late to publicly revisit the world
Peace to huts, war to palaces
Leave the dead to the dead

Tumbleweed, rolling ball
Peace and will all around, emptiness ahead
Phantom pains have fucked the white horse
Anyone but me will command the parade

Ah John Jim Jimi you died for us
Your immortal creations are just class
This time instead of "Grammy" you just get in the eye
Anyone but us will command the parade

Silver nails of wooden programs
Massage in the evenings, vitamin in the morning
Instead of an artificial paradise - an artificial temple
Shame and disgrace
Anyone but me will command the parade