Михаил Щербаков - Фонтанка
текст песни

Instead of rotting into the wilderness,
holes to patch up, count pennies,
Perhaps, for the sake of jokes,
Do something from the heart.

In the amazement of the herd of earthly,
pastors of them and all others,
Say start from the heights of the astral,
Fortunately, the hand is right before them.

Sitting on some plateau
The sky measure from and to -
and conclude that starships
Lied for centuries to hell.

Or in a test tube, as in the garden,
Grow new food -
and apply in return for ordinary
Or with ordinary outfit.

Also wrong, clear day
internecine hearing thunder,
to penetrate the plans of the enmity
telepathic path.

And having explored what's what,
bloody plague
prevent - and with a proud look
For espionage, go to prison.

Or really, in spite of the authorities,
by cities and regions
Touch the march, handing out
To everyone according to needs:

Here you have, grandmother, Yuryev day,
Here you have, hat, your beek,
Here you have a friend of the steppes and the jungle,
Your ballot, dumplings, ginseng ...

Grief only that friend of the steppes
Happiness will consider it soon
a miracle of some forces of the supermarily,
rather than my valor.

On the contrary, a little where what
crop failure, robbery, stagnation -
Everyone will decide that if he is cursed,
If I'm not to blame.

For example, not so long ago
The storm is unprecedented, like in a movie,
Snowed, you know, the Netherlands,
Right, I completely washed off to the bottom.

And, naturally, everything around
Immediately, barely passed the fright,
in chorus, they considered the whim of Neptune
the business of my unfortunate hands.

I'm talking about this storm and a flurry
He did not know how to know, did not know.
I'm on a fountain at this time
I walked in a white shirt.

In my left hand was
The provincial from the village.
In my right hand my violet
Fragrant and bloomed.

1992