Текст песни Остров добрых надежд - Буги вуги

In life, so little pleasant things,
except for cases with a girl and her mother's soup.
The fate-fortune often forgets us -
range sounds a thrash metal and Spanish jazz.

Chorus:
This life boogie whom life rock and roll,
but each life pursues chanson.
The fate of the chanson.

People huddle silently, somewhere under the moon,
and I love that it bypasses.
And here I sit miss the gray walls,
actively dialing numbers dissolute virgins.

Chorus:
This life boogie whom life rock and roll,
but each life pursues chanson.
He withdraws from us the meaning of life,
life becomes boring as milk without the cucumber.