Lyrics Мрак Шагал - Товарищ Шагал

The face looks at me from the mirror,
looks like a runaway fugitive
and smiles to meet the failed steps:
"Good morning, Comrade Chagall."
Today
            Do not shoot the enemy's cannon,
you can lie to look at the ceiling.
                                    And nehochetsya
leave the house until,
                                                 till
do not hang around
                       and you will not see enough.
Today
                 turn of old fun:
wines perusing,
                          under the boulevard noise
listen to stupid jokes
some lady
            in the cigarette mist of the bar.
and it seems
               I should be happy,
but, the right to admit, got bored
                                          Little:
with the way of such being at will
hunting is sometimes a gap,
                                              of the total.
that's interesting,
                        how long can we,
 preserving syllable pompous
                                 and pathetic,
without a twinge of conscience pretending,
                                          suppose,
at least purely hypothetically.
I,
          a cigarette delivered neatly,
imagine suggesting, well,
                                              sit down.
I do not smoke, do not get it wrong
this smokes my antagonist.
I go out on the wet porch
exhausted sleep fugitive
and I smile to meet the failed steps.
the morning shone, the comrade walked.