Текст песни Леонид Фёдоров, Владимир Волков - Труба

(Alexander Vvedensky)
  
Lying on a table in the dining room
the corpse of the world in the form of a creme brulee.
Around the stink of decay.
Some fools
then doing multiplication.
Others are taking the poison.
Dry the sun, the light of a comet
They sat silently on the items.
Oaks head drooped
and the air was rotten.
Movement, warmth and firmness
We lost pride.
Wing chilled roar faith
One of the world for all people.
Sparrow flies revolver
and holds in its beak tips ideas.
All right crazy.
World extinguished. World extinguished.
World slaughtered. He crowed.
However, the many benefits gained.
Of course the world has not come to an end,
yet it circled the crown.
But he really faded.
Fomin lying turned blue
and dvuhokonny hand
I started to pray. Perhaps only God.
It lays down the space distance.
Flying Eagle streamed over the river.
Eagle holding an icon in her fist.
It was God.
It is possible that the land is empty of sleep
thin, too narrow.
Maybe we're guilty, we are afraid.
And you're an eagle airplane
sverknёsh arrow into the ocean
or smoky candle
ruhnesh into the river.
Lights nonsense star
it is one without a bottom.