Текст песни Vladimir Zalyashev - В пьяной киноленте сна

Who is it for us but with broken eyes hobbling
Area not wanting to wait for a tram
Increases step

Who is behind the thick wall of the ink and paint izmazyukolsya
Not wanting to know wrinkled publicity
Doors windows and bolted

Who skillfully repeats all about Jesus' resurrection
Who considers him commandment art
What was written hundreds of years

Those in favor bronzhilety machines for children who have tickets for performances
Where is the innocence of bureaucrats
Collect a full house

What is this mountain storm a couple of boats in the sea indiscriminately
No reasons were drowned durachiny
We do not come back for lunch

What kind of place where everyone knows intimately
On the morning of Salvation or we will live in turmoil
Drunken sleep filmstrip