Текст песни Иван Буренин - Под парусом черным

Let me say a fool!
               Sailing black floating in the brig,
 A poetry writing with milk,
               Between the lines in a medical book.

 I still rave revolution
  Moral tearing to shreds,
   Poetic torn pollutions
     Rows of my day and night.

 In those who have succumbed to laziness
 Rhymes sword out of the trench.
   I, as Comrade Lenin,
    Since not yet buried!

 Making his way through to the Aspera Astra,
 All truth not be able to find.
   I like Castro's comrade,
    Because so much support!

 Um, narrow-minded and flat,
 Words rough caress.
   I, as a comrade Trotsky,
    People do not like with an ice pick!

 Autumn 2010