Текст песни Юрий Лорес - Памяти А.Галича

And on the walls of the painting - original,
And the people in the apartment are detached,
Share's eyes, twigs ...
Eupy, Lord, from sin!

And the eyes feel feel
And my hands stroke me,
As if I put up for sale
His soul in his verse.

And they, pure eyes, aim:
Soul road? All are addressed ...
The window is standing like on the stage I
On seven standing on the circles.

And alone make me a glass,
And the other fuses money to me,
And somewhere everything is watching the girl:
Whether I'm in the soul, or in the groin.

I stand as if naked, in the room.
Naked - selling completely.
Just don't have if you remember
No coins such nor papers.

And I'm a ring in a sort of trifle ...
And people in the apartment - bastards!
And on the walls of the painting - original,
Because of them, I'm going crazy.