Текст песни Дмитрий Быков - Мы завалили все пути и все умы

A thread is being pulled from a gray cloud

Whitewashed.

Here the snow said: "It's time to fall!" -

And he knocked down.

It can't be that just like that

I flew in the morning -

He got some kind of sign:

It is time.

I probably had to fire.

About him for a long time

Heavenly Mammoth I suppose

Filmed a movie:

About dark connections, theft,

Money, food ...

And now he is in Moscow -

Like us everywhere.

From a cloud, like from a prison

Snow flies.

He knocks the way we knock down -

Which century?

We've blocked all the paths

And all minds.

Do not disassemble, do not rake -

We are everywhere.

Turned upside down

Heavenly skete.

Snow falls at night, falls during the day.

Moscow is worth it.

White herds are skidding

Night cars.

Doesn't have time to go anywhere

Nobody already.

Under the white hat, lifeless -

Dear land.

Where are you going, my God?

After all, this is not paradise.

Where are you falling, flow

Dry water?

From the news we have, brother, -

Some courts.

Do not cover your native space,

Strive back!

Here, if someone else is not a thief,

That is an extremist.

Above everyone there is a perceived horror

Invisible sin

And to return consent,

They'll put everyone in prison.

But the snow falls,

Pressing, blind ...

A motionless crowd crawls

Cursing yourself.

All have icicles on their mustaches

Like walruses ...

Must be there in heaven

Even worse.

He knocks, knocks. The distance is motley,

It's white around

And guest workers in the morning

Scrape it.

They are tired of the cold

And tends to sleep.

They attacked here

Almost like him.

It's been buzzing for a year

Expert host:

What to do with them? Send back?

Give citizenship?

It's dark since morning, dark since six

Dark to the mind ...

There is nothing to clean up here

And no one.

Such a season for the whole country

All elites.

It remains only to wait for spring.

Or blame.