Текст песни Михаил Анчаров - Мы дети эпохи

We are children of the era.
Atomic soot
Sobbing orchestras
In all areas.
Have this era
Ferocious lust -
All tease, muzzle,
Children are not sparing.
 
We praise the suffering
We are afraid of success.
The sun is not in time for us
And the blizzard out of tune.
Have our laughter
Sad echo
Have our happiness
Scared look.
 
Anybody beckoning
Crawling in the chants,
Any bouncer -
The keeper of fire.
Forgotten base
Merry words.
Monks, monks,
Forgive me!
 
Not a shemnik, but a chemist
Solves the problem.
Not a scheme, but a topic
Foolish fools.
And if the scheme,
That poem scheme
In which hypothesis
New centuries.
 
Forgive the twentieth
Snail speed
Your calculations
We will spend on the run.
Let's drink
For the smile scheme,
For the good luck schedule
And roses in the snow.
 
For those who heard
The trumpet at dawn.
For women
Stubborn voices
Who called us
Like Andromeda,
And force dragged
Us to heaven
 
Love our age,
Forgetting dullness.
Old age
Living water.
From light to shade
From food to money
It is scarlet like a sail
Twenties.
 
We are torn banner
"Beaf" seal,
We will blow out the dust
From the crushed pipe.
And the sun above us -
Like a ball in the alley,
How tambourine good luck
And the tambourine of fate.
 
Let's be
Ring this tambourine,
Spit on dramas
Empty squares.
We mortal people -
Immortal people!
Not a flock of sheep,
And the tribe of leaders!
 
Discard the infection,
Discard the burden
Discard toys
Gone crazy!
Long live the mind!
Long live the muses!
Long live Pushkin!
May the darkness be hidden!