Текст песни Е. Сазонов, Д. Саволайнен, Д. Щербаков, А. Гринчук - И редактором стал лишь один

Night, street, lantern, pharmacy,
Meaningless and dull light.
Live even though a quarter of a century -
Everything will be so. There is no outcome.

Die - start again first
And everything will repeat as insert:
Night, ice ripple canal,
Pharmacy, street, lantern.

There is no outcome.
Taaapa. Ah, yes for God's sake.

This march did not make meat on the perrons,
When the enemy obscured the horizon.
With him our fathers in smoky cars
Trains were taken to the front.

He is Moscow, hunched on Berlin.
He reached the victory.
And the editor was only one.
Sasha was on the highway and sucked drying ..

There is no outcome.
And the editor was only one.

I remember a wonderful moment:
Before me came,
As a fleeting vision,
Like a genius of pure beauty.

This march did not make meat on the perrons,
When the enemy obscured the horizon.
With him our fathers in smoky cars
Trains were taken to the front.

He is Moscow, hunched on Berlin.
He reached the victory.
And the editor was only one.
You will die, you will begin again at first ..

Sasha was walking along the highway and sucked drying.

This march did not make meat on the perrons,
When the enemy obscured the horizon.
With him our fathers in smoky cars
Trains were taken to the front.

Live even though a quarter of a century -
Everything will be so. There is no outcome.
Like a genius of pure beauty.
And the editor was only one.

There is no outcome.