Текст песни Зоя Быстрякова - От Дежа вю до Се ля ви

We met on the slope of days
Gleaming summer
And the eternal city of stones
Witness meeting this.
We are children of different cities,
Works and generations
Get rid of all the shackles,
So as not to hamper the movements.
We became a gang of tin
United ichthyander
To conquer the river
And stone meanders.

Chorus:
Put aside the carbine,
Masha cranks, paddle rowing.
Enjoy and live
From Deja Vu to Ce la Vie
From Deja Vu to Ce la Vie.

The lights are off and the crane is silent -
"Oh, what a Maza-Faka!"
It will not be sad - even lava-floor -
Dog-dance.
And the usual "hello"
You are not the standard waiting for an answer
We will slyly smile at you
Saying "Salam Dalam"
We, if scary - do not cry,
Put worthy bricks.
And under the imperial march for you
At the height we will dance a waltz
Chorus:
Put aside the carbine,
Masha cranks, paddle rowing.
Enjoy and live
From Deja Vu to Ce la Vie
From Deja Vu to Ce la Vie.

Brewed in a Sensei pot
Compote of stars and summer
Light up the eternity of stones
Green rocket.
Our kind doctor can do anything
From mental trauma will save us
Closer to new frontiers -
Play the violin and knives.
When bored with the futility of words
And the look of tired cities
We will meet with you again
On the search for internal hooks.

Chorus:
Put aside the carbine,
Masha cranks, paddle rowing.
Enjoy and live
From Deja Vu to Ce la Vie
From Deja Vu to Ce la Vie.