Текст песни Владимир Асмолов - Адюльтер

Gap of the streets
The River of Fire
Bredu, stooping,
On the slope of the day.
I breathe ozone -
In that there is reason.
Although in our zone
What ozone?

I hasten to you,
And patronymic
Cassiopeia
Mows slightly.
In a steel cave
You wait already -
All in the interior,
All in negligee.

For adultery
The days have come.
Which sphere
For love games!
What theme
One day!
Not that Demo-
Cratia!

And yours is not a pilot
And not a sailor
But, by the way,
Not just
He's not home
At such a late hour.
Is it easy to think
For all, for us ?!

He does not walk,
Do not drink vodka,
He sits
Not the first year.
We are on the couch,
And he's on us
Mows off the screen
A stern eye.

For adultery
The days have come.
Calmly, Vera,
After all, we are alone.
While the regulation
They watch,
Family drama
Will not be here.

Yarka palette
Political leaders!
Here without half a liter
Understand, sum!
Believe, for example,
And by that, and by that -
Lose faith
Well, for good!

The passions are raging
Around the stands,
But here we are - hello! -
We live without a thought.
All by beds
Sprawled,
And spit on us
On pluralism!