Текст песни Бутусов - Эх раз

In the dream my yellow lights
And in the dream I was hoarse.
Time-based, time-based
Morning is wiser.

Yes, and in the morning is not so
None of fun.
Whether you smoke on an empty stomach,
Whether you drink with a hangover

Ah, again, yes again,
but still many many many times.

In taverns green damask
And white napkins.
Paradise for beggars and fools
Well I like a bird in a cage

In the church, the stench and gloom
Clerks smoking incense,
Yes, the church is not so,
Everything is not as it should.

I was on the mountain in a hurry,
As that had not happened,
And woe growing alder,
But under the mountain cherry.

I would be inclined ivy

I was on the field along the river
Light and darkness, there is no god
But in a field of cornflowers
And a long road.

Along the road a dense forest
Yes, with the women-Yagami,
And at the end of the road
Scaffold with axes.

Somewhere horses dance to the beat
Hehotya and smoothly
Along dopogi all wrong,
And in the end - even more so

And it is not a church, not a tavern,
Nothing is sacred
Hey guys it's not that,
All is not as it should be.