Песня: Сарданапал

Перевод: Захар Василюк

Sardanapal, an Asian mean and cruel
Why did my wardrobe serve you as a dwelling?
We're whistling and through streets ourselves propelling
Telling all, "Distant Eden waits for you"

Their concrete minds fell down from afar
And food consumption was for that a factor
What's to them that your cousin's a conductor?
Of Kostroma crown prince and of Ufa

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