Текст песни Одинов - Вот так кончаются стихи

So ends the verses,
When the dank wet morning
The radio damn hit.
In the shabby jacket collar
Or the usual coat,
The suit is good, in the style of a classic,
And all the talk about
About recounts money at the box office.
And then - a drunken dance
Philosophers put to the wall.
Shutter. Click. Command. Year.
Another pass, shades
Zatrutsya, washed away the traces
And flee ahead streams.
And along with them the memory of shame.
All that convulsive rules
Leaves, closes a new circle
And run in the reverse pattern:
Career, kids, college,
The perennial shortage of money.
Reinventing the wheel
And in order to confuse the meaning.
And there is no such
The illusion of the Damned numbers
Old swathes of the year
Around the victory and suffering.
Lyrics - such nonsense
Under the shade of prosaic knowledge.