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текст песни

Hands in the cold,
Living in verses is no longer rushing
I dive into prose, the choice was
And I think I was lucky

Open to St. Petersburg Windows Nastya
There are no glasses, why do we need glass?
The world was caught again, I got off the coils
And did not go on his face through hundreds of walls

Hiding in gray cloaks
Immediately visible, not even trying
From the heart, but how dared, (scoundrel)!
In the middle of a many -sided thickness
In the middle of wolves, but not wolf
They laughed at him, he sang everything

Thin threads of those wrinkles
Laughed into the soul brazenly, loudly, undesked
He mocked as he wanted
As if on all shields of advertising
This voice beat the whole city true
A hundred decibel
He stood and sang

A few hours without a smoke
Honest among swagger and glamor
Not very embarrassed
Without croaking, without looking around
Stream from the body of the rush

And he sang everything - Hallelujah aa
He sang everything - Hallelujah aa
Say why
Was soaked before dead, dead people from the inside?
Say why?

In the middle of questions and doubts
Those who are forever against changes
Who was hiding the lace, robel
To avoid an awkward truth
Turned to guns and cockades
He was dragged to the fire, and he ...

And he sang everything - Hallelujah aa
He sang everything - Hallelujah aa

Silence again, the ears of a quiet jazz are rinsing
But do not listen, as if mocking the order of such familiar affairs
Somewhere in the embroidery flying, black, angry, inaccessible
Watches from top to bottom behind the movement of Browner bodies
Disagowing the air in circles
Above umbrellas, domes, frightened by the crowd, e-e

In the robe of the city smog
All about the same truth and freedom
To joy and spite everyone sang
... (indelible St. Petersburg accent) ...