Текст песни Черный Скоморох - Черный Скоморох

"Black buffoon"
The trees were crying, the stars were crying,
Russia is lost, dreams are scattered.
But who is there going here from afar?
Who does this punk music come from?
He walks all over in black, smells of incense from him;
We understood that Russia will return from the backside!
And now the stars did not cry,
Russia has revived, our dreams have returned.
Everyone was already quiet to learn the name of his words ...
And he said to them: "Call me" Black Buffoon "!