Текст песни Василий К. и Интеллигенты - Алису с собой

Tomorrow you will not see me
 Rusty knife and drunken brawl
 Tomorrow will meet the new sun
 My name labeled stone
 Tomorrow you do not know me
 I stand beside the rich rubbish
 Tomorrow I will eat sweet sherry
 With ulcerated gods AIDS

 Tomorrow the pure fire of the new faith
 The world will reveal my righteous genius
 Tomorrow will unfading light
 For future generations of the earth
 Tomorrow cracked empty bottles
 According to the head of my own in the dark an entrance
 Tomorrow all of these strange songs
 Will listen to the neighbors on the bunk

 And you can miss the singing winds
 As funny heroes and sober worlds
 But forget about me - it means forever one
 Only I can take
 with an Alice

 You're hard to understand where is the glory and the power
 Where is holy love, and why this dirt
 But your way - after our mad star
 Only I can take
 with an Alice

 From the people to the people and back
 Do not lose me at the crossroads
 Do not hesitate to shout - I also hurt!
 If I seem too sharp
 And shitty universal processes
 Increasingly difficult to find a clean note
 Hemingway gets old
 And Cohen becomes fashionable

 If you meet an iceberg in the sea
 Curse it, curse
 If your look in a rich house
 Send him away, run
 Between a dwarf and an acrobat
 How you like - but do not choose
 A council or night free
 Do not come, do not come, do not come, do not come!

 And you can miss the singing winds
 As funny heroes and sober worlds
 But forget about me - it means forever one
 Only I can take
 with an Alice

 You're hard to understand where is the glory and the power
 Where is holy love, and why this dirt
 But your way - after our mad star
 Only I can take
 with an Alice

 All the bottles, and it seemed bottomless
 I would come to an end
 And it becomes the ringing grails faceted
 Rehash diamond hearts
 But in a spiral fathomlessness world
 From end to end - a hundred ages
 We have time in the elevated style
 Wag that the drink is not bad
 Or worse

 Imagine - a dusty prosёlok
 Sun, wind and stones
 Towards - the old man, and with the question:
 One going? I did not know ...
 One answer, but it is unlikely
 That may be true
 One said to him, with the wind - hey!
 Alone, and with hands in pockets