Умка и Бро - Рай Для Инвалидов
текст песни

I go into your apartment, take off my coat
I look into your face, there is something wrong
We have been familiar with twenty years
I am for the first time at your place
Your wife is just an angel, bakes pies
Children are torn to the kitchen to read us poems
You are a little sick as always,
But this is a trifle

His own artist, his own portrait
Laid down his skeleton, spent his verse
I forgot my secret, visible views
You saw different edges and last edge
Real hell, artificial paradise
And now he got into a real paradise,
Paradise for the disabled

Paradise for the disabled

You turned this sky above your head
Raised this land with one hand
There was one warrior in the field, fought with war
Dire Straits on the radio, a bag of grass
Here is your Arkady, your elizium
You are taken to this valgall alive,
He earned peace

Paradise for the disabled