Текст песни Леонид Сергеев - А в стране дураков...

And in a country of fools fools left.
All come to us to take a walk and relax.
And we, as always , darkness and fatigue,
And we have - all the way through . Only where it that way ?

 Chorus:
   Under heavy sigh slam glass.
   God himself , himself a pan .
   In per capita climbed - there is a dark forest
   In the forest hollow, in the hollow heat.

And we have the afternoon with fire and candles in the dark without
Warm in the cold and withering in the water.
And around the flicker , mostly men ,
And less and less normal people.

 Chorus:
   Under heavy sigh slam glass.
   God himself , himself a pan .
   In per capita climbed - there is a dark forest
   In the forest hollow, in the hollow heat.

A choice of a fool not to go back ,
Them without our now neither there nor here .
And sigh bass curls twisted in the wind ,
And left in the war to win, as always.

 Chorus:
   Under heavy sigh slam glass.
   God himself , himself a pan .
   In per capita climbed - there is a dark forest
   In the forest hollow, in the hollow heat.

     1993