Текст песни Игорь Тальков - Забинтованные лбы

Bandaged foreheads


My friends do not write, do not read,
And to social problems they do not care,
And go with bandaged heads together
In the prime of life, in the prime of life.

My friends threw a guitar
They do not care what midnight, that the dawn,
And go with bandaged heads together
In the prime of life, in the prime of life.

My friends ordered tickets
To the light
And go with bandaged heads together
In the prime of life, in the prime of life.

(- Excuse me, but when you wrote this song?
- This song? In 8o year! What?
- Wake up, today we have 87 minutes, alteration! Your song is not
relevant, it reflects the shortcomings of previous years! Because now
do not have to break his forehead, and general ...
- But you forgive me, because you did not listen to the song to the end,
It's not over yet. I recently finished writing another verse,
By the way, here in the light of recent developments. And see that from
this happened. Now I dopoyu!)

My friends now generous word for it,
Yes, that's bandages do not think to shoot:
The rumor swept though again soon
We'll have to wrap their foreheads.