This is the song that is closest in quality to what I used to listen on my parents taperecorder. Unders communuist censorship this was the easiest way to say what you wanted. Tapes could be reproduced easily and safely. To compare, "Erica beret chetyre kopii", said Galich. Typewriters could only multiply 1-to-4.

My mother told me about a book she read when she was young. She called it "Odin den' Ivana Ivanvicha". Only later I realized she talked about Solgenizyn's "One day of Ivan Denisovoch".

Back to our cocks...

When it's already imposible to be tender.
And it's hard to say "no",
This is why whole night, whole night,
There is no morning.