Текст песни ДДТ - В ресторане

With the soul of Dostoevsky, with the Blok complexes
I sat in a restaurant, I was sick of juice
The fate of the corroded like bronchitis - Leo Tolstoy syndrome
Nonresistance - on the left, on the right - a rude word

The Lord broke the voice, He few people hear
But life is so good and so breathes
My love for the world is on the left, where the magnificent Klava
Where does Eve eat apples, where is my glory

God as good as these doors are light
I calmly entered them, on the dishes of birds and animals
I was a little sad as Chagall's grave
They asked - who is to blame? Answered - drank a little

But then you appeared and this nonsense flared temple
I like the old Dionysus, became a mythological shame
As in the slave markets - was the homeland naked
On the stage of Europe, with wings to the floor

I forgot what I became, and I cursed the art
I understood that I had been afraid of this feeling for a long time.
I fell to my knees with a longing Mondelshtam
Forgive me, I love your ovals and shadows

And suddenly something flew into this gap between us
Something flashed and crowds of joyful dust
On the avenue floated, carrying a banner
You recognized me and we loved a second ...
And we loved a second ...
And we loved a second ...
And we have a second ...