Текст песни Юрий Соболев - Прогулка

WALK

I will walk along Nevsky,
Bored me - bastard.
I'll take from boredom
In the phone booth.
I will become trifle to sift,
Pin fist.
And on the floor Naharkano -
As if the beer.
Bored me - cattle,
In everyday tine.

In the square, on the bench
Pick up the newspaper.
I read the articles
And went to closet.
Conclusion - simple, in the West
All the country sold.
Well, and the fact that they did not have time
That turned out!
These would be coins
Children on candy.

I walk along Nevsky,
Grivens find.
I do not pick them up
And to the foot shopping.
Lucky - Piva drink,
And then rings.
I spend the day off -
Time kill.
Tomorrow really
Hard week.


Yuri Sobolev
Winter Spring 1988.