Текст песни Дым - Дон Кихот

Among the thousands of windmills
The gray-haired Don Quixote was lost.
Stop wandering, old loafer,
You have done quite a bit of trouble.
Hiding behind a decent mask
You called yourself an enemy of evil forces
But calling yourself a man
The flag of goodness you have worn out holes.

Do not hope anyone believes
Clean your frail hands.
If you have confirmed that, then faith,
That there were still fools.
The few that you saved from grief
The crowd will return to its essence
They immediately enfold you
And palm twist at the forehead.

But you're calculating than we thought
And I have known you for a long time, -
Glitter Stainless Steel
You created an advertisement for yourself.
Do not scream, flimsy knight of ideas,
About love, about good and evil
Well admit, it’s much more honest
That fat man sitting on a donkey.