Текст песни Иван Милашов - Мразь Вишневского

Forty four hours
At the head of the bed -
Silk braid,
Goldburned Skin

Shaking, wrapped with an arm,
Silhouette of Tormented Bodies -
All in anticipation of the fire
All in anticipation of love
Sweating and sweating.

Vishnevsky scum,
Vishnevsky scum
Lies on the bed
Like books shelving.

Wide open
Cover out.
With him in hunger, and in the pestilence, and in the heat, and in the cold and cold.
Its lines are strange
She is from the unknown
country

Heart of the ribs beating
Sweat like in the July heat
And she is gilded in the mouth
Carries a custom kiss.

The doctor is sick today -
The face is like a crimson fire.
The ringing of a hundred bell towers
The ringing of a hundred bell towers
The cover of the chest is shaking.

As from linen, in silks of blankets
She covered the oval with her hand.
As if to be ideal for everyone
The Lord was drawing.

Vishnevsky scum,
Vishnevsky scum
Lies on the bed
Like books shelving.

Wide open
Cover out.
With him in hunger, and in the pestilence, and in the heat, and in the cold and cold.
Its lines are strange
She is from the unknown
country