Текст песни Михаил Кочетков - В петроградских домах ветер снов

In Petrograd houses, the wind Dreams,
African passions play.
Blowing in a dull of fakir-rat
And orphans run from the outskirts.
Mauri pour a crocodile tear,
Peter Vienna reveals in the pelvis,
Eunuch paws sleeping beauties.

Rimnians of smoked ladies
Cock already in the corridors,
Unscrying body to sell
Europeans from Sierra Leone,
Burst into an Aurora sunset
Morning will be the wiser of the evening.

In the morning it hit the winter volley,
Growing the frowning weak,
The heretic will fly to the station,
On the move leaving the pool.
Torn the double-headed rooster
Hairy salyapin bass
Eaters, tearing off from Stów,
Crowded fried mass.

In Petrograd homes, the wind of dreams ...