araks techet, to medlenno, to bistro...
i dni skolzya unosyat vvechnost znoy.
ustav ot lji partiyu smenili.
isxod bichuet nishiy s ponikshey golovoy.
araks techet, to medlenno, to bistro...
ugas nadejd narodov glas.
konyunturshik smerdya,
vipolz strastey prishik...
izbraniy baxval,
predal rabochiy klass.
araks techet, to medlenno, to bistro...
vse upolzaet.
v sedix morshinax strax.
mne ochen jal...
shota, ali, vram, ivan,
chto vnov tmu mi pogruzilis,
araks techet, on poet pesnyu nam.
chto bilo...
ne uydet bessledno, nezametno.
ono ne stanet
nochnim kashmarnim snom.
nashi otci!
eru smeluy slogali...
nezasilay neschastya, porchu,
i mi vospryanem, novoy zvezdoy.
i mi vospryanem novoy zvezdoy
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