Lyrics Чацкий - Аллилуйя

Hands froze in the cold
Living in poetry is no longer rushing
Diving into prose, the choice was
And I think I'm lucky with that

Opened in a Peter open window
There are no glasses, why do we need glasses?
The world is cold again, I got off the coils
And didn’t come out through hundreds of walls

Hiding in gray cloaks
Immediately obvious, not even trying
With all my heart, how dare you (scoundrel)!
In the middle of many faces
Among the wolves, but not like a wolf
They laughed at him, he sang

Thin threads of those wrinkles
They laughed heartily, brazenly, openly
He mocked as he wanted
As if on all billboards
This voice beat the whole city with truth
Hundred decibels
Stood and sang

Few hours without a break
Honest amid swagger and glamor
Not particularly embarrassed
Not crooked, not looking around
The stream from the body was in a hurry

And he sang everything - Hallelujah aa
He sang everything - Hallelujah aa
Say why
Crucified before the dead, dead people inside?
Say why?

In the midst of questions and doubts
Those forever against change
Who hid one little bit timid
To avoid the awkward truth
Turned to guns and cockades
He was dragged to the fire, and he ...

And he sang everything - Hallelujah aa
He sang everything - Hallelujah aa

Silence again, soft jazz rinsing your ears
But you don’t listen, as if mocking the order of such familiar things
Somewhere above flying, black, angry, out of reach
Observes from top to bottom the movement of Brownian bodies
Diverging in the air in circles
Over umbrellas, domes, a frightened crowd, e-e

In the robes of urban smog
All about the same truth and freedom
To the joy and spite all sang
... (untranslatable St. Petersburg accent) ...