Текст песни Валентина Ефанова - про панков

outside the window spring is coming
outside the window is green ash,
the people are rustling outside the window -
scary, gloomy, but beautiful.
outside the window a guitar whistle,
squeals, songs, mate and booze:
I will open a blank sheet
I’ll write a story about punks.
restless crowd -
day passes, night passes.
23 stubborn foreheads
kolobrodat, kolobrodat.
the mohawk moved to one side -
had a fight over a bottle:
this one is in black skin
and that earring is in the back of the head.
drunk with obscene strings
the three merged in a kiss
and spring comes around
the wind trails strings-jets.
restless crowd;
just got out of childhood,
23 stubborn foreheads -
squanders of inheritance.
their legacy is those years
that our ancestors saved up
all the mistakes, all the bourda
Metro branches.
many branches and paths
no lunch, no salary
waiting for tipsy children -
and they circle in the fifth.
restless crowd
pseudo punk, pseudo-people,
23 stubborn foreheads,
what will happen to you next?
outside the window spring roars
outside the window shakes maples,
people go home -
gloomy, drunk, weary.
outside the window a tram whistle -
So the party ended.
a clean sheet remained clean:
I went down to the punks myself.
restless crowd;
fooled, fled
22 stubborn foreheads,
the twenty-third - I - remained.