Текст песни ИNОСТЕЗИЯ - Продавец счастья

SELLER OF HAPPINESS

Having abandoned work, I wandered once
Through the stone jungle of Moscow.
The roads twisted in the sunset light
In the fences of curves.

Rock painting of the last century
Covered brick and concrete.
And I went into the depths of the labyrinth
Bewitched by the pattern.

In rows of black windows and trash cans
An unfamiliar area lay.
And the advertisement was burning with dim neon:
TO EACH HIS OWN!

I've seen a lot
I knew so many
Satisfied from a well-fed day.
But I missed
I stood at the door
And he asked for happiness for himself.

A poor merchant came out to meet me.
Slyly casting me around
He grinned and began to offer
Thirty-three pleasures:

Here is a map of services in the new elite club,
Where fine wines are stored.
But the wardrobe of the famous couturiers,
Choose from ready-to-wear!

Honorary chair and power half a measure
I can find for you
And there is a drug for the brains of genius -
You will conquer minds!

Here you can buy a concentrate of impressions -
In an hour you will travel the whole world.
But the options for other pleasures -
Stop forgetting yourself!

And there were dozens of bottles on the walls,
And instead of the firebird there was
The hoary crow in a silver cage
Mirrors are broken.

I didn't bargain when asked
Question: And how much is love?
He snapped his fingers - and I'm already in the elevator
I went up to my house.