Текст песни ОЛЕГ МИТЯЕВ - Рецепт от предательства

In no old Travnik
No publisher
You will not find a recipe
From a simple betrayal.

Chorus:
     Slipped in the snow rapide2
      Along ssutulennyh birches,
      And not every person
     Just say what happened,
     Just in a tram did not sit,
     Simply, there is no hurry,
     Simply, you get wet at all,
     Just have to live somehow.

Firm hold on the jacket itself,
Take a stroll around the neighborhood,
And buy a ticket on the train
Before the abandoned areas.
  
Chorus:
     And swim in prostration
     Day four or five,
     And in a quiet station
     Exit and go for a walk.
     Drink tablets silence
     The deposits of silence,
     And no other, no wife,
     And modest conditions.

Or go out early here
Take in a stall in Peredelkino
A liter of vodka and drink all
And folk to the movies.

Chorus:
     Climb the stairs to the house,
     Songs to sing in hysterics
     And scream that we live
     Better than in America.
     Meet the local kids
     And Brodsky read to them,
     And wake without a clock,
     In the morning frost.

In no old Travnik
No publisher
You will not find a recipe
From a simple betrayal.