Текст песни ВИА Cannibal Bonner - Голоса

My friend is an artist and sings
And at night a little sews.
Port wine and vodka together with beer
In the kitchen singing alone.

Fifteen days served
As a real dissident.
Not cattle he, but
Creative intellectual.

From the crane dripped water,
From the walls hung wires,
From moisture, parquet was swept away,
But he is an artist and poet.

He is higher than this
Much more important for him
The people grave fate
With the system secret struggle!

With a stain from tea on cowards
And white ribbon in hair
Under the teeth of the Gluchoklok.
In the kitchen listened to "voices".

There are emigrants chatter
Burned, fabulously man.
His soul wounded
Their voice warmed the strongest fire.

Whiskers poured pieces
The nail fell out of rotten board
And the whole windows no longer
But he listened to the radio poet.

After reaching the receiver sits,
On the Communists he is angry.
There will be no happiness on Earth,
While they are sitting in the Kremlin!

And inspired chatter
Lost good features
My friend decided
Fight power to the end.

But the window is already dark,
Doppets vodka and wine,
Only beer left to
Salmon from morning.

And day dreamed of my friend
Fix the world that was around.
He is not a builder, and the poet -
Furious mind found an answer!

Why repair your old house,
When is it worse than in someone else?
I will immediately come happiness,
Only change the authorities!

And here is a broken trough
And the windows are also broken,
The entrance door is removed from the loops,
And the rain is cold pouring into bed ...