течение здесь ни при чём

слова и музыка А. Макаревича
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZ_MMjYJrF4

here a sea of youngs is swaying on super bass,
I am hundreds years old, I crawled of the dark.
they have a kick out of rave and noses powdered with dust -
they not at all are looking like us.

and I'm not eager to meddle into a stranger house,
I saw this life with no make ups.
it's no sense to play along the changeable world,
it's better to let it flex up with us.
one day it will bend under us.

I had a friend - he was worth ten. he wasn't used to wait.
each day has been the last of the days.
he tried this world for a strength every span -
the world turned out to be more strong and stable.

well, sleep in peace, the forgotten god,
you've taken your peaks more than once.
it's no good to play along the changeable world,
it's better to let it flex up with us.
one day it will bend under us.

the other hold the course and was catching the flow
away from the steep and tough banks.
he was like all and swam like else, and here he's got -
no home, no friends, no foe-men.

and now his life is like fruit eggnog,
I've seen like this, and even not once.
it's no sense to flex along the changeable world,
it's better to let it flex up with us.
one day it will bend under us.

may the old jeans are worn to holes long ago,
may the stricken string go wheeze.
it's no use to play along the changeable world,
it's better to let it flex up with us.
one day it will bend under us.

#a_ex

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