Текст песни ЙЯХХХА - Искусство жить

Always sitting at the far corner of the table
I look at lovers of the purest evil;
For lovers of words and egg sizes,
On high and low set persons.

Agreeing on this, they object about that;
The more serious, the more it looks like a big top,
And the absence of extremes makes us smarter
But this is not that ...

In a line of someone's opinions about each of us
The young immature class is melting,
And grown-up children look with amazement
Irregularity of adult eyes.

Well, be quiet! Wait, where are you going! Sorry!..
"There is room to grow" ... stop talking nonsense,
Water flows over the stones; everything is wet
And dark glasses are honored today.

Like butter, lies between playing cards
Fills wine glasses; all this is art,
What I call the art of living
Smile on this cold March.

May 16-17, 2012