Текст песни Янка Дягилева - Мне придётся отползать

I have to crawl
From the declaration of war on all four strings,
From the spring of narrow-minded to all four walls,
From burnt food for all four of trouble,
From the evil generation in four black numbers ...

Draped over an old coat, rubbed someone up holes ...

I have to do
Without gloomy blue birds without variegated eyelashes,
Yes ferry in the morning, that did not happen yesterday,
Leave a dirty car and continue to stage
In still hot from previous ash on a makeshift broom
Spread arms in his sleep, so as not to stumble in the dark ...

I will have to exchange
Ostochertevshie ceremony on the deadly projectile,
Squeaky chair at the table on child scream around the corner,
The wreath of roses tangled on depressive psychosis,
Psychedelic paradise of three bolt the barn ...
I do not cry - Beware!
I do not cry - Beware!