Граф де Факто - Вечно боковой
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The crowd is torn apart by impotence
Their contribution is meaningless
Each of them, as a fact,
Will while away their life in the Bastille
I am different, if you can, forgive me
I am of course a Frondeur, a friend of the opposition,
And your ideas are familiar to me,
But the most active are led to the chopping block
I have a heart condition, this is harmful to me
A little... carried away by the smoke
I break into a run
I hide my face in a scarf
Snow is crumpled under my feet
Let them be fools to the end
My brick house at the edge
That's all! arevoir!
I don't know any of you.
Me!
True, I will disappoint you quickly
I came here without calculating the risks,
I understand, I agreed myself
But the side ones are beaten harder.
Always sideways, always sideways,
Always sideways, always sideways,
Always sideways, always sideways,
To hell with your lives(!)
Always sideways, always sideways,
Always sideways, always sideways,
It smells like something's fried - it's time to go home
In your crowd - the third wheel!

The tedium of morality,
Fairy tales, pastorals -
You've read it,
But you didn't even try to understand.
Everyone here is a sufferer
Fools, thieves and beasts
Have seized power in the little world of customs and rules.

Fear of the fate prepared for him
Incited the hero to stupidity
Through people he pushes himself out of the square
To get home faster.

He wanted, listen to me!
To be there with the "French"
Now he's terrified
Rushing along Tverskaya
At home in the kitchen
Old, decrepit,
He'll turn on the broadcast.
He's all "his own".
What a surprise!
The square is deserted
There is no living creature on it
Peace and quiet
The flimsy gallows is covered with dust
Each of us is forever sideways.

Forever sideways forever sideways
Forever sideways forever sideways
Forever sideways forever sideways
Aside on your lives
Forever sideways forever sideways
Forever sideways forever sideways
What is remarkable: you are already one of us,
If you don’t watch TV