Текст песни Сурганова и Оркестр - Хвала всем тем

Praise be to those who have been with you,
playing what is not love,
It is called seeing the world
not only as a great restaurant.

Praise be to those who on the lips
your servant was looking for a brand,
stuck into them, but not found,
with you dripped like rain flesh.

Praise be to those who pushed
your palms who paint the town red
you entered is included in the GUM,
to take your poor mind.

I praise all of them - who are you to them all?
They are only shadows for good.
That's yours, look, country
Shadows of the past is full.

Where are they all? They do not exist for a long time.
Their poison was diluted. Their bottom
It was a small, short night.
They did not know that the other

You went to each of the first days,
With their faces pieces shadows.
They are to me you were -
Worship them low to the ground.