Текст песни Василий К. - Ворон Кеша

In my wanderings in this strange country
I meet goddesses and heroes
And one of them is the mother of all my sons
And the other one took Troy alone

I have met someone who has left nature
And who is masked in hockey under the fence
But there is one unchangeable standard type
The city just isn't a city without it

He always tucked his shirt into his pants
And knows what to do and who is to blame
In all the strangeness of a strange land
And where God sits, and for what they give hell.

You will meet him in Togliatti, you will meet him in Moscow
Meet in winter and summer
Sometimes he walks around with a guitar
And sometimes with a pistol

It scans me just right through
Hawk laser gaze
He's as heavy as a sledgehammer and as straight as a nail
The person who knows how to do it

But it's extremely difficult to break me through
I've seen a worse philosopher
None of you deserve to light up
Talking Raven Keshe

1978. Nishtyak
We are waiting for missiles from the capitalists
And I didn't give a damn. I was visiting
Circle of Young Naturalists

The hamster made me understand
I approached the snakes with respect
Meditated with water turtles
Following their smooth movement

And then one day I was carrying a parrot grain
But life-changing things happen!
I lingered at his cage -
The imposing crow Kesha.

He opened his black beak, looked at me
Anthracite wise eye
And he said that my world in places
Placed clearly and immediately

He was laconic, spoken words
It was 6, not 7 and not 8
But such that I have no
No questions left to anyone:

He who does not work does not work!
He who does not work does not work!
He who does not work does not work!
He who does not work does not work!

The years have passed like a river without return
Water flooded my ears
Millions of words, words, words, words, words
But no one could say better

And when there is only emptiness around, and even that
Sometimes in shit, sometimes in vomit
I remember how the covenants of Christ
Poultry attitude to work

And when entropy presses the pedal
And there is no one to hug and comfort
6 shrill words save me
Said by the raven Kesha:

He who does not work does not work!
He who does not work does not work!
He who does not work does not work!
He who does not work does not work!