Текст песни Телевизор - Мегамизантроп

At the temple of white nights barrel
As the river alone.
Web of Peter and Paul,
Casemates my anguish.

Overflows maiden flocks
This music is so simple.
"This music - the toxic syrup," -
Grumbles my Megamizantrop.

He - a stubborn bastard,
He is strict and jealous.
I do not like him,
But I agree with him.
At the end of every tale deception
Mankind - a bunch of crap.

But now that summer,
It is quite another.
I'm sick of your grumbling.
These people are careless,
I'm one of them.
Shut up, at least until the autumn.

Between me and Megamizantropom
There is this gulf spring.
But as soon as the winter wind blew,
We live in this world in harmony