Песни вычерпывающих людей [Pesni vycherpyvajushchikh ljudej] [English translation]

When the dawn

Lights up half the world,

And smoke spreads

From the games of these grown-up children;

You will say, "Friends,

I hear the sounds of a wonderful lyre";

My dear, it is only me singing

The song of the ladling* people.

There are books for eyes,

And books in the form of a gun;

Go sit at the window,

And listen to the noise of big ideas;

But if you are young, then you

Are a virulent opponent of the light - this

Is still another plus

Of the songs of the ladling people.

There are many reasons

To try to be one of the least;

An excess of warmth always

Hinders the abundance of days;

I really love to lie down

And, looking at swimming women,

Quietly

Purr to myself

The song of the ladling people.

It's nice to be the wife of a woodcutter,

But that will be a vicious cycle.

I would make you a club director,

My flower, my friend

When the dawn

Lights up half the world.

And smoke spreads

From the games of these grown-up children

You will say, "Friends,

I hear the sounds of a wonderful lyre"

Ah, my dear, it is only me singing

The song of the ladling people.

• Artist:Akvarium
• Album:Радио Африка