Текст песни Адо - Римский папа курит беломор

I can believe anything
Or laugh to tears.
I had a great draw devils in foreign passports.
Radio prevents me from sleeping,
TV burned with shame.
Life goes on in the twentieth century through the wires.

Hardly anywhere is better than here,
But after each working day
Tired elderly man out in the yard.
Security is on the ears,
But the chief does sign -
Pope smokes & quot; & quot ;. Belomor

Let the smoke rolls sadness
And hope returned to the house.
Let bespectacled drunk and carry nonsense.
Dad sat on the bench,
Turn off the mobile communication,
Bored and pulled & quot; & quot ;. Belomor

Hardly anywhere is better than here.
Here pigeons flocked to smoke.
Looks like the ashes into the sleeve and sit around.
One of them fell asleep on his shoulder,
Another buried in the hours
A third completely out of hand.

Hardly anywhere is better than here,
But after each working day
Tired elderly man out in the yard.
Security is on the ears,
But the chief does sign -
Pope smokes & quot; & quot ;. Belomor