Текст песни Адриан и Александр - Кришнаит Иванов

KRISHNAIT IVANOV (Alexander Shcherbina)
In a collective farm type village,
Among pig farms and gardens,
Nurtured by a food service environment,
Hare Krishnas Ivanov lives.
He knows a lot about karma,
The mystery of the Hindu gods
On Thursday, after the bath, the villagers
Come to listen to him.

And the birds fall silent on the roof
And the airplane hums quietly
When about beloved Krishna
He sings a bright song.
And the whole village pack
Itching gnaws at enlightenment,
And even a local goat
Secretly wipes a tear.

... It happened until night
Among pig farms and gardens
The bell rings and rings
Ivanov sings and sings.

And somewhere in the distant Bombay
Some local bomb
From Russian hops talianka,
About Russian sings cranes.
Bananas turn black on palm trees
The olives drain to taste
And he is in the seventh glass -
For the same alien sadness.
Howling with longing and thirst
His war elephants
Neighboring Lands of Maharaja
They threaten to declare war.
In addition, the other day it happened
And all the wacky embarrassment:
Spectacled snake choked
Presented by a mother-in-law mongoose.
But ours cannot be taken without half a can,
And drunk in the olive bombs
He hears the tune of the talianka
He sees his cranes.

He sits, forgotten by the gods,
Because, to your trouble,
The last Bhagavad-gita
Sold last year.
Why the hell are these teachings
After all, having died once in the spring,
In its future incarnation
He - maximum - will be a pig.
Collective farm pig in that very
A village on a thousand yards,
Where in complete harmony with the Dharma
Hare Krishnas Ivanov lives.