Текст песни Несчастный Случай - Вокруг оси

One sad day,
When the rains crowded
in the sky, to shed,
Tishkov people sat,
Only drank bitter
guardians of tradition.
And in a city park
On this overcast
curtained sunset
Gathered under the fungus
Bayard,
rover and white boat.
And what led
in the gardens of Culture
These three disparate figures?
All three -
just part of the carousel
And the rest of his forces plywood,
Shouldered
children's fun,
Should circling, circling,
circling, circling
Around its axis.
In a rousing night
When mixed
enthusiasm, screams, whiskey,
You can privoloch
His semi-corpses to the places
deserved registration.
And looking at his
Carelessly sleeping, all of a sudden
realize that you now
Nowhere did without them,
And only here and only because,
and only them.
In your mind ravaged
at dawn
Bring troops
your fortieth birthday.
You've become now
part of the carousel
And going even
the last effort,
Shouldered grief and joy,
Circling, circling, circling,
circling, circling
Around its axis.