Текст песни ВИА Cannibal Bonner - Голоса

My friend the artist and singing ,
And at night a little sews .
Port wine and vodka with beer
The kitchen alone drinking .

Fifteen days served ,
As a true maverick .
Do not trash it , and
Creative intellectual.

Tap dripping ,
Walls hung with wire
Moisture vspuchilis parquet,
But he is an artist and poet .

He is above it all,
Much more important for him
The hard life of the people ,
With the system 's secret struggle !

On the spot of tea on pants
And a white ribbon in her hair
The howling jamming
In the kitchen, listening to "Voice ."

There emigrants chatter
Splatter , fabulously enticing .
His wounded soul
Their voice is stronger warming fire.

Whitewash fell apart,
Nail fell out of the rotten boards
And there are no more windows integers ,
But listening to the radio poet .

Clinging to the receiver sits
On the Communists he is angry .
There will be no happiness on earth ,
While they are sitting in the Kremlin !

And inspired by the chatter ,
Having lost the good features
My friend decided to
Fight the power to end.

But the window was dark ,
Dopit vodka and wine ,
It remains only to beer to
Sober utretsa .

And day by day dreaming my friend
Fix the world that has been around .
He was not a builder, a poet -
Hangover mind found the answer !

Why fix your old house
When it is worse than someone else's ?
Immediately comes happiness ,
As soon as the change the power!

And broken trough
And also all the windows are broken,
The front door is removed from its hinges ,
And the rain pours cold in bed ...