Текст песни Кроатон - Наши Руки не для Скуки

Our hands are not for boredom

He got up and standing again.
Fire and shivering again.
He got up and looks at me.
Again, this canoe.

Our hands are not for boredom,
Not to bore our hands.
Here are our hands:
Up and down and up.

Fell. And again lies.
You take and quietly potrёsh.
I got up at the junction of paintings.
Give me my Vaseline.

Our hands are not for boredom,
These are the hands of a bitch.
Establishments long arms:
Down and up and down.
Our hands are not for boredom,
Not to bore our hands.
Here are our hands:
Up and down and up.