Олег Сакмаров - Лобачевский блюз
текст песни

Add a drop of poison to glasses of wine
There will be no deep wrinkles in the last photo together
Let's take a drink worthy of a big finale
Today is a holiday - let's release our genie
Grandfather of the genie, our genie!

We hope grandpa is old, he doesn’t care for a long time
He will quickly forget stormy speeches, hot battles
Splashes of champagne, fluttering eyelashes, like in an old movie
Hellish abysses, heavenly encounters
Grandpa is old, he doesn't care
Grandpa is old, he doesn't care

Your train to Warsaw, I have long been attracted to Bali
There was a corkscrew in the bottleneck, then a plane to Smolensk
Oh Grandfather Freud, decipher the black box of love
Explain to us the reason for the fall like a neighbor!
Grandfather Freud! You do not care?
Grandpa Jung? You do not care?
Grandfather Grof?
And you don't care?
Grandfathers of the whole Earth?
Don't you all care?

Now we are two parallel lines, their fate is known
Our chance of meeting each other is basically zero.
But in a world where Saint Lobachevsky rules the roost
We will meet again and remember the blues called ""Love""
Love love love...