Текст песни Жданов, Печаткин - Павеличев

Lying in last year's crumpled grass
Cigarette and drooling spit, just like a coma.
I can hear the blood running through my head:
"Pavel Pavelichev, we'll be acquainted!"

Autumn ended in autumn.
He was leaving home.
The air with snow pepper gray
The throat (a throat) scratched already in the winter.
He was coming back.
Morning. Platform. Fucked (struck) the frost.
Proseenil neatly,
Like a petted dog,
Doomed to evil.
Not without a claim to humanity.

Smoking men tobacco,
Walking the evil dogs.
Tobacco was smoked by muzhiks,
Hiding in the down jackets.
The second day it snow.
Here everything is not so and everything is not right.
I, an unfortunate person,
Dressed in an autumn coat.
Shine lacquered shoes.
Wet shadows tear the night to pieces.
A thin haze, the peasants drink -
Only the stunned eyes of moths.
Tapes frosted glass
A fat car.
A rattle of keys, a wall, an ink,
Noise elevator, rugs.
Pulse-metronome.
Table, first aid kit.
Pleschyetsya outside the window
Station "Black River".
The air is so damp,
That the candle went out.
Shot! Behind him is the second!
Is it really a misfire?

Like a rabid dog,
Poisoned by the smoke, the wind howled.
Today I am Dr. Deadvago,
Bathrobe and hands in thick blood.
Today I take your life away from you,
You stood in my way for a long time.
All the doors are open: from hell to heaven.
Search, choose, enter, come out.
Go away!

I remember from the past day I.
Day of tea brews, halva and cookies;
On the walls of his photo wallpaper,
On them waterfalls, perhaps cowboys,
On the floor are scattered liners,
And in the vase on the windowsill of the lily of the valley,
Beloved, by the way, you ...