Текст песни Глушаков Игорь - Золотой петушок

We are the saddest parade
Remembered candles lit,
But they do not burn
But they do not smoke
And the troops at the parade did not come.
Do not shift them three times "Vivat!",
Do not drive the team "Fuck!"
They do not count losses
Well, and we drink
Fatty pilaf by this rusty water.

Golden Cockerel pointed to the east,
And sent there the king of sons
Forty deadlines
But not visible regiments,
Only dust over the valley of deaths.
Calling native land
Accompanied, sobbing, family,
Letters wrote and waited for friends
But you delayed war.

First Pooh Forever Opal
On the cheeks of young poplars
On the roasting hot
Brazier Salna
Mood Muslim fields.
Leaked forever
Young licho vino
As a protective vest
The new fur will interrupt
From ambushed machine gun lead.

Astrologer read the horoscope
And, by honor, all the sky shall
Half of all stars
Pushed them into the coffin
From the interrupted pattern,
From the interrupted sides,
From New Year's balls from the Kremlin.

And are us at night
Those dogs that dream about friends
Only they will have
And friends did not come,
In global morality of the mountain land
They do not remember them
And we did not consider them names.