Текст песни Филигон Кендер - Прокисшее время

And in the city there was a man
The panel mansions
Under the slogan & quot; Thank people! & Quot;
He saw the snow outside the windows,
Wasteland, pit,
Go to the subway to work.
Stamps predicted
Bright tomorrow, but tomorrow
Only smoke stung gold,
On the honor roll.

I came to love the man,
Love Moiseevna Cogolo
From the fifth apartment
With a recipe pickled mushrooms
And cutting out the old numbers
& Quot; New World & quot;
The decisive view, the awakening of passion,
The ecstasy scored Watch
And leaped fountains
From the bottom of the pit.

And in the morning mending pipe
And hung flags
Hoping to atone for sorrow.
Print proclaimed fight
For the fact that this fight
It never ends
In the swamp fog
Olympic flame flickers
And quietly trickled from the cracks in the system
Sour times