Lyrics монолог - Кулигин

That's what, sir, we have a town! Boulevard done, not walk. They walk only on holidays, and one kind of doing that walk, and they themselves go there to show outfits. Only a drunken clerk and meet, from the tavern home lagging. Poor walk, sir, once, they have day and night work. And they sleep only about three hours a day. And what do the rich do? Well, what, it seems, they do not walk, do not breathe fresh air? So no. All have long gate, sir, locked and dogs lowered. Do you think they are doing something, or pray to God? No, sir! And not by thieves, they are locked up, but so that people do not see how they eat their household food and family tyranny. And that tears are pouring on these constipations, invisible and inaudible! What can I say, sir! By yourself you can judge. And that, sir, behind these castles the debauchery of dark and drunkenness! And everything is sewn and covered up - nobody sees or knows anything, only one god sees! You say in people look at me in the street; and my family does not care about you; on this, he says, I have locks, yes constipations, yes dogs are evil. The family, they say, is a secret business! We know these secrets! From these secrets, sir, he has only one fun, and the rest - they howl with a wolf. And what is the secret? Who does not know him! To rob the orphans, relatives, nephews, to pound the family so that they don't dare to utter anything about what he does there. That's the whole secret. Well, God bless them! Do you know, sir, who is walking with us? Young boys and girls. So these people steal from the dream for an hour or two, well, and walk in pairs. Yes, here are a couple!