Текст песни Вяча - Про Дурака

As in the morning the Fool in the gateway mud
To face with a swing took
All night long the song was sung, the gentlemen cheered
And here it became not necessary here
Here and so it lies in the morning
The hops are heavy
But he does not sleep, insults presses his fist
To be ashamed, that's how
It's a shame, Fool, then lie like this
Will the whip go on the back today?
Will be filled with a blood of a tear
So run away from here.

Forks, chains, sharpeners yes axes
Yes, full of food in the forest
In the circle and in the meadow every one of them
Offended, angry, but alive
- How are the brothers, what should we do? How can we be?
- For the insults you need revenge!
- To chop them, to prick, to burn at home
- So all one - shackles, prison
"It will be worse to sit like this,
Hands to plant in the sky to stare,
The dogs were sniffing a warm circle ...
"Aye to the South!"

At night, they argued, swore, burned fires
And in the morning everyone left
Who with axes to the village, who to the South
And the Fool returned to the circle
Took a guitar, smoked herbs
Tied a string of hair
On the lotion came barefoot
Goed to the microphone:
- Hoy!

/ 1992, Vladivostok /