Дед Мороз бэнд, Временная регистрация - Папа Карло
текст песни

There were shavings flying in the workshop
It smelled like glue and wine.
Papa Carlo is not a boy
I did it with my nose at the table
It's from an old log
Tweaked the drum and bass
Formed a group with Giuseppe
"BARABAS GUITARABAS"
In the closet to the beat of the drums
A gray-haired old man gallops
Along the alleys, scaring the cats
His cry is heard
Take me to the radio!
Do you hear?
I'm alive!
Don't care about the format and rules!
I'll just be myself!
Take me to the radio!
When my ashes are scattered
Screaming through the speakers
I will be in these words!
Bring your tapes
He's on the radio a hundred times
But the radio editor
There was some Karabas
He said: “You are not in trend
Don't dream of being on air
Better than the dolls you're in the closet
Cut songs instead.”
And at home in the corner behind the stove
The wise cricket sat
“Your organ-organ will be heard one day
Keep your nose up, old man!
Take me to the radio!
Do you hear?
I'm alive!
Don't care about the format and rules!
I'll just be myself!
Take me to the radio!
When my ashes are scattered
Screaming through the speakers
I will be in these words!
The years fell like shavings
The gray hair has turned white
Songs thundered in the workshop
And wine bottles
He played, imagining
Lights, spotlights, full hall
Penniless, wrote and believed
I ate the onion without salt
He died without applause
By the old hearth
And now it thunders, breaking the air
From every iron
Take me to the radio!
Do you hear?
I'm alive!
Don't care about the format and rules!
I'll just be myself!
Take me to the radio!
When my ashes are scattered
Screaming through the speakers
I will be in these words!