Текст песни Телевизор - Вера

Quiet, away from the everyday life of glorious,
Almost a dream almost without pain,
Holding his own view on the old icon,
Hold your breath for a moment,

You are dead, and the greatness of death
I do not stop my laughter.
You were probably
The most hateful of all
My women like his mother,
Women similar to the network,
Women seem to glory,
Women similar to the death.
Vera, you're dead ...

Goodbye servant sad childhood.
If you want, I'll take you to the corner
In memory of somewhere between
First Love and school friend?
I'll give you a white marble -
Oblivion on his deathbed,
To the cemetery eternal truths
It was a grave more.

You are dead, and the greatness of death
I do not stop my laughter.
You were probably
The most hateful of all
My women like his mother,
Women similar to the network,
Women seem to glory,
Women similar to the death.
Vera, you're dead
Quiet, away from everyday life ...