Текст песни Михаил Щербаков - Воздвиг я памятник

Forgotten - where am I, who am I -
At noon on Dusty Avenue
Standing near the monument
I am in great difficulty.
I feel awkward
A thing, a louse, an interdomain -
In front of this lump cold
Before the idol of this.

But not in vain with a sassy look
I squeeze under his nose:
I think that this idol is
Doc for any questions.
Ask something -
Then he will answer you,
Than make happy, for
They will shed light and the target will outline ...

- Stop! - I whisper to myself frowningly, -
Beware of dangerous hopes.
Remember that this sculpture is
Not for private conversations.
Be at least forty times a philosopher
Silence, having thought thinly:
They don’t ask questions here
Only awe here ...

The monument is terrible and in both
He looks, catching a cold.
But questions burn my palate
Pepper - and want out!
If I don’t hold back the enthusiasm -
Maybe I’ll get an answer,
But I won’t be surprised if soon
I'll cry for it hard.

Heavy vertical nail
Looming right above me:
So I must die
Right on the avenue, then.
Ah, really the song is sung?
Shivering, I go astray.
No, you have to leave the avenue.
We must beware somehow.

God, what is it all about
I’m stupid and brought up badly!
Marble is not a joke,
Or - expect a trick.
But my tongue, my enemy,
Climbing without understanding the threat!
All in excitement, all in attack
Eager to ask questions.

I feel: the thunder rumbles -
Commander? Moydodyr?
I hear: raises a murmur
All prosecutors in the world.
But the madness of the patriarch
I already own, apparently.
And failing to restrain myself,
I say shamelessly:

- Monument, why do you need such big ears?
  - TO HEAR BETTER!
- Monument, why do you need such big hands?
  - TO HUGE YOU!
- Monument, why do you need such big teeth?
   (does not give an answer ...)