Obezvrezhennye litsa,
Zashchishchennye glaza:
Otkliuchaetsia stolitsa
S vechnoj zhazhdoj v noch' vonzit'sia
I zabyt'sia do utra.
Noch' osenniuiu razbavim
My kriakhteniem pruzhin.
Spi, moj Avel', spi, moj Kain,
Tsar' nevedomykh okrain,
Spi, moj temnyj grazhdanin.
Gorod-gore bez idei.
Nam by v kazhdoe okno
Brosit' krik potiazhelee,
A v alleiakh, chto redeiut,
Posadit' odno brevno.
Gory kamennykh illiuzij,
Reki davlenykh mozgov.
V podvorotniakh bitykh liudi,
Poluchaia khren na bliude,
Rezhut p'ianen'kikh Khristov.
Spite, liudi vsej stolitsy.
Vy i zveri, vy i ptitsy.
Razbavliajte lozh' stradan'em,
No ostav'te upovan'e!
Spit nasil'stvennoe bratstvo
Vykliuchatelej i ulits.
Ehto sonnoe bogatstvo
Raspivaet tuneiadstvo
Tekh kotorye prosnulis',
Tekh kotorye prosnulis',
Tekh kotorye prosnulis'.
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Obezvrezhennye litsa,
Zashchishchennye glaza:
Otkliuchaetsia stolitsa
S vechnoj zhazhdoj v noch' vonzit'sia
I zabyt'sia do utra.
Noch' osenniuiu razbavim
My kriakhteniem pruzhin.
Spi, moj Avel', spi, moj Kain,
Tsar' nevedomykh okrain,
Spi, moj temnyj grazhdanin.
Gorod-gore bez idei.
Nam by v kazhdoe okno
Brosit' krik potiazhelee,
A v alleiakh, chto redeiut,
Posadit' odno brevno.
Gory kamennykh illiuzij,
Reki davlenykh mozgov.
V podvorotniakh bitykh liudi,
Poluchaia khren na bliude,
Rezhut p'ianen'kikh Khristov.
Spite, liudi vsej stolitsy.
Vy i zveri, vy i ptitsy.
Razbavliajte lozh' stradan'em,
No ostav'te upovan'e!
Spit nasil'stvennoe bratstvo
Vykliuchatelej i ulits.
Ehto sonnoe bogatstvo
Raspivaet tuneiadstvo
Tekh kotorye prosnulis',
Tekh kotorye prosnulis',
Tekh kotorye prosnulis'.
Zashchishchennye glaza:
Otkliuchaetsia stolitsa
S vechnoj zhazhdoj v noch' vonzit'sia
I zabyt'sia do utra.
Noch' osenniuiu razbavim
My kriakhteniem pruzhin.
Spi, moj Avel', spi, moj Kain,
Tsar' nevedomykh okrain,
Spi, moj temnyj grazhdanin.
Gorod-gore bez idei.
Nam by v kazhdoe okno
Brosit' krik potiazhelee,
A v alleiakh, chto redeiut,
Posadit' odno brevno.
Gory kamennykh illiuzij,
Reki davlenykh mozgov.
V podvorotniakh bitykh liudi,
Poluchaia khren na bliude,
Rezhut p'ianen'kikh Khristov.
Spite, liudi vsej stolitsy.
Vy i zveri, vy i ptitsy.
Razbavliajte lozh' stradan'em,
No ostav'te upovan'e!
Spit nasil'stvennoe bratstvo
Vykliuchatelej i ulits.
Ehto sonnoe bogatstvo
Raspivaet tuneiadstvo
Tekh kotorye prosnulis',
Tekh kotorye prosnulis',
Tekh kotorye prosnulis'.