Daria, Daria, in this city that is burning,
Whether the souls of the righteous, or meteorite
But let it burn while I sing,
Just do not ask me what I love.
The speaker does not know, Daria, who knows does not speak
Van Gogh died, Daria, and we have not,
So Daria, Daria, no need to paint my portrait.
You can make real similarity
Or phenomenal bestiality -
You still paint itself, I'm not here.
God said to Lazarus: "I need someone to live."
The Lord said to Lazarus: "Hey, wake up and sing!"
And Lazarus said: "I saw it in a coffin!
This is not life, it's a circus Marabou!
And you have, like a magician, clown, the best move with me! "
Look: there is no smoke from the pipe, and on the gate seal;
And no one no smoke pipe, and each gate seal.
Here everyone stole an iron door,
Sits and does not know what to do now -
Everyone has an alibi, but not before someone answered.
And I sing to you from the other side of loneliness,
But as long as I sing, I will turn back the clock these rivers,
And I do not remember any of your titles, no middle name,
But you know, you've got that something that makes this chicken coop shine
Thank you, Daria - it seems time to go
Daria, Daria, waiting for us somewhere on the way.
I was having fun with your gods,
But I feel - grass growing under your feet.
We poured everything equally, Daria - goodbye and farewell!