Текст песни В. Шаманов - 04. Бяки

168 kilometers
Point on the map of a huge country.
But, the one who rushes frantically through the world
Knows why these points are needed.
Here, on the outskirts of the Tula land
In the memory of the gloomy people of labor
Lazy and skin-seekers lay deep
And still someone is torn here.

Soot on lips and nose
The kettles will happily say, "Hello!"
Get an answer to their first question -
The main thing here is help and light.
On my knees and on my head
There are abrasions and it keeps us warm
Foam and sleeping bag, alcohol and mulled wine
Darkness divides, and flame brings closer.

The signs on the walls will guide you
The water bottle will quench your thirst
Bunnies in their arms will gently squeeze
And someone will get the hidden alcohol
Will be comfortable and welcoming
Somewhere beyond Brezhnev a small grotto
And the path won't seem long
If a seasoned system analyst leads.

Don't light the candle
Don't shine in the eyes of others
Do not consider yourself smarter than everyone
Otherwise, the system may punish.