Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - Вечером по проспекту я гуляю на сон грядущий

In The Evening
On the avenue
I walk at bedtime
Surrounded by some subjects
Mimosnuyuschih population,
Forever wanting something like that
Commercials, and once ... more
By night felt very
Collective nedoorgazm.
Mmmm
Mom - Mother ...

Libido
Populace
Some uncertainty.
Observing its manifestations,
Ask a question: & quot; A chёy something? & Quot;
Boys with hips like a ballerina,
Girls with tattoo yakuza
With complex mannequin with windows
Shop & quot; Happy Loser & quot ;.
Mmmm
Mom - Mother ...

On-pa, on-pack!
Give someone a god his glasses!
On-pa, on-pack!
Give someone a god his glasses!

Morning
Tension
Manifested instinctively
Meet me at the direction of travel
Sublimate collectively
Women with silicone aerobegom -
A symbol of prosperity husband
And husbands with long mileage
Through thick puddles family.
Mmmm
Mom - Mother ...

On-pa, on-pack!
Give someone a god his glasses!
And chёy something dumb to me!
On-pa, on-pack!
Give someone a god his glasses!
And chёy something dumb to me!

In The Evening
On the avenue
I walk and I know exactly
That the curse of our age -
Collective loneliness ...

On-pa, on-pack!
Give someone a god his glasses!
And chёy something dumb to me!
On-pa, on-pack!
Give someone a god his glasses!
And chёy something dumb to me!