Текст песни Борис Рыжий - Музе

We'll put on a black frock coat
and take a cane -
tapping like that,
Let's go around the city.
Where the beggars, the roach,
madmen and cowards -
my treasure,
knock, knock, knock.
Knocking, my longing,
knock, my sorrow,
at the heart, at the temple
for all that I'm sorry for.
For all who died
in a choking wilderness,
for all those who did not give
for this life of the soul.
Among the sweatshirts, robe
and all sorts of specials
knock harder to
a great ear has grown strong.
... Let's look at the bazaar
and enter the restaurant -
eat your fat,
we will not devour our gift.
We will be a broken hour
to pounce back and forth.
... And the butterfly we have
on his throat will come to life ...