Текст песни Юрий Соболев - Печальный Секьюрити

SECURITY SAD

Wind, rain, weather frowns.
At the entrance on the street sad security.
And next curve along the walls skosobochena
Lined angry, insolent of all.

  It will not help to go through that door
  Neither Versace nor Lagerfeld!
  Neither Chanel or Louis Vuitton!
  Behind these doors is another law!

The doors closed, but various ignoramuses
Try to go through at times rude.
Particularly brazen recover around the corner,
Sad security still do not like it.

People at the entrance to all ready,
Rude, threaten, pretending steep.
Face granite lips print.
More nobody.
                                                          
At home his wife and children are waiting at home.
He stands at the door, straightening his shoulders.
A crowd of angry crowd rages.
One against all, sad security.

  It will not help to go through that door
  Neither Versace nor Lagerfeld!
  Neither Chanel or Louis Vuitton!
  Behind these doors is another law!

Dali would have the opportunity, there are forces
Dispersed be a bastard, but without work forks.
Only the temples vzduyutsya vein,
Death is pechaltny security.

Behind him, music, fun,
The shouts, songs, dances, river flows potion.
Sad security - the last bastion,
Today in this club - punk rock!

Yu.Sobolev sent.2010g.