Текст песни Борис Рыжий - Я пройду, как по Дублину Джойс

I will go as Dublin Joyce
through the slanting rain torrential,
priblatnennogo city through
all his cockroach beer.
What was that no longer exists,
and so it is very sad -
the poet wrote to the Urals.
I happened by chance.
Bring up to five drugs,
and then we danced until the morning,
and Kent portakom "Swan"
ambulance in the night caused.
And now someone dentist who shit
who is the owner of the club indiscreet.
Idiots. And I do not care.
Hug, I kiss you on the lips.
Yes, I come to Dublin for Joyce
Tobacco smoke breathing painfully.
Here I am not loved for my voice,
I am loved for my existence only *.

NOTES:

* Here I do not like my voice,
I love only what I have (Eng.).

"Swans (tattoo) - Abbreviation: Loving her will if even change."