Текст песни Мрак Шагал - Товарищ Шагал

at me from the mirror looking face,
He looks exhausted sleep fugitive
and a failure to meet the smiling steps:
"Good morning, Comrade Chagall."
Today
            do not shoot the enemy's guns,
You can lay looking at the ceiling.
                                    And nehochetsya
go out until
                                                 till
not nalezhishsya
                       and behold.
Today
                 all the fun of the old:
wine exhausting,
                          the sound of the boulevard
listen to silly jokes
some ladies
            in cigarette bar fog.
and like
               I should be happy,
but the right to admit tired
                                          Little:
a way of being so in the wild
hunting sometimes blank,
                                              outcome.
But interestingly,
                        how long we can,
 keeping pompous style
                                 and pathetic,
shamelessly pretend
                                          set,
at least hypothetically.
I,
          taking out his cigarette carefully,
currently offer, Well,
                                              Sit down.
I do not smoke, do not get me wrong
it smokes my antagonist.
I go out on the porch raw
exhausted sleep fugitive
and I smile towards failure steps.
morning shone, comrade walked.