Текст песни Наум Блик - Средь собачих стай

Amid the dog flocks at night in Moscow,

The shaved head, I scribbled verses.

In the midst of rot from daily worries,

How lazy cat between agile rats

Far down and I climbed in himself.

Brela, gliding on the ice, fell and lay,

VIEW accompanied the dance of snow masses.

I listened to jazz horns and slid again ...

Beggar voice, drank the night air.

The robe full of holes. With a dirty beard.

Past walking trail. Tearfully mumbled,

As long ago tired of thinking than to breathe,

Sinners frighten the world twist feet,

Ships sink, toast the city,

Sow illness in herds, so inspiring them,

What holy triptych of eternal and strong ...

It was beyond the horizon, muttering under his breath,

Climbed up a drunken beggar God.