| Turn away from the flag, Am F | 
| Watching G C | 
| Burning stamped paper Am F | 
| At the sunset in the hands. | 
| C G | 
| His task is simple: Am F | 
| Morning torn flesh G C | 
| To the gates of the abandoned paradise Am F | 
| Pin with a knife. | 
| C G | 
| On the port side is paradise, Am C | 
| The wind rushes into the distance - where can we catch up with it? | 
| Dm G | 
| Into the dusk of dog eyes Am F | 
| The north star is slowly descending. | 
| Dm G | 
| Or the wind will overtake us Am Dm | 
| And take it by the shoulders with swift palms - G E E7 | 
| Paradise on the left side, paradise on the right side, C G Am Dm G Am | 
| Paradise right on the way. | 
| Dm G Am | 
| As soon as you wake up | 
| On the hajj to the holy places, | 
| inflamed eye | 
| car nystagmus, | 
| What will remain in the pupils - | 
| All poles, wires - | 
| And so to the very border, | 
| Forever, forever... | 
| On the left side of paradise - | 
| Where the sky is dark blue, | 
| Like a laryngophone | 
| Pressing your incomprehensible dream to your throat, | 
| I get in touch, and the stars - | 
| Like forget-me-nots on a moccasin | 
| And on the left side of the paradise, on the right side of the paradise, | 
| Paradise right on the way. | 
| Our summer spilled | 
| On a concrete wall | 
| The cigarette goes out in the fingers - | 
| So there is no air. | 
| Hold on, boy, for us, | 
| Just hold on tight | 
| Pop up a patchwork banner | 
| In a creosote breeze. | 
| On the left side of paradise - | 
| Hold on, Sisyphus, drag your stone on him, | 
| Let the butterflies on the shoulder | 
| Spread their wings, seeing how it is, far away, | 
| Morning gnaws at the trap | 
| And smiles with broken fangs, | 
| And on the left side of the paradise, on the right side of the paradise, | 
| Paradise right on the way. | 
| Now search on this map, | 
| Where can we drink water? | 
| Now search on this map, | 
| Where can we hide our tracks? | 
| If the body is under the hooves, | 
| If the mind is gone | 
| If completely lewisite | 
| Eaten gas mask. | 
| Paradise on the left side | 
| Tired jester, smile under your mask, | 
| Throw away your watch |