Текст песни Инна Фидянина-Зубкова - Нас всё вроде бы и устраивает

"Late," said the crow. -
It's late to write a question
Today we blame churches,
And tomorrow we will blow up the city!

But also at the ashes
some yes a fool -
Wire a wondrous story:
How somewhere they live like that! "

Late, crow, caric,
Late - already burn.

And tale also write
about what happens everywhere:
not as we would like
Not as we would live.

And if you all got it,
That Karkay is your business.