Текст песни Александр Башлачев - Трагикомический роман

The clock stopped at one o'clock.
How boring for us to lie in bed.
What a pity that our rkatsiteli
We are not saved this time.

A sofa creaks with springs.
In the corner again the mice scratch.
Let's wake up and write together
Tragicomic novel.

Let's think up a story,
In which we will find a place,
In which you can be interested
To live at least a couple of years.

I will be to the envy of the crowd,
You love passionate love,
When my cursed runny nose disappears,
And also boredom and bedbugs.

On the ocean shores
For us there will be a refuge,
And you and I will no longer have to
All the time thinking about money.

Let's not think about wine.
We will not burn the stove with wood.
We will be friends there with bears and lions,
Forgetting about the future war.

After all, there are no borders for strange countries,
And we will not add our feathers.
The darkness of low truths, as always, is more expensive
We are an uplifting ... novel.

So, we write our novel.
We create an unthinkable miracle ...
And on unwashed dishes
The mustachioed cockroach crawls.