Текст песни Андрей Земсков - Песня последних романтиков

It seemed - that we feel sad about the past, slightly unshaven, quite healthy
And to protect one hundred dissertations on tasting cabbage!
But in our part of the harbor close to the steep time supersalonom -
And the submarine to be melted out time simple things.

Exit nighttime feasts and seven-vernacular ...
Turning gray wife, children grow up and turn green in the pockets of copper.
And we run the risk of fall-century, though skvorchata Zamoskvorechye -
Because of their precarious nests on the pavement - and not fly.

Someone exhaust gases, someone smells of fresh lilacs.
And we run the risk of being branded as fools, preferring all the wonders
Not barricades on Krasnaya Presnya in the bastions of Red Pakhra,
A pungent air at the Patriarch so that Riga Bazaar Station.

Ah, the Riga Museum of separation! Vadim, Valera, in their cases guitar.
Home from work? One hundred years on the road - and you need to relax.
And on the gypsy skirt hem colorful cards cleverly will spread:
Road distant House official, the compartment car, a happy way!

July 1999