Текст песни Пикник - Здесь живут дома-колодцы

(E.Shklyarsky)

It is home to the house, wells
They do not know that there is the sun
In the clouds.
Here, in the attic under the roof,
Where to bat again
Walks fear.
There dashing through the roundabout
With the ax comes Believer,
Raskolnikov himself walks with an ax ...

Here, the player throws the dice,
Stuffed to the devil for a visit -
So yes!
He put himself and the soul
And the fate of the law violated
Forever.

It seems to have done all that is necessary,
And carry him out to dinner
Yes Revolvers pounded glass.
It seems to have done all that is necessary,
And carry him out to dinner
Yes Revolvers pounded glass.

Here he is in a sad way -
Idiot is not accidental
Everyone calls.
Spit in his opinion -
According to their understanding
Lives.

Many pretentious brilliant,
He alone is real,
Fascinated dalyu blue ...