Текст песни Адаптация - Партизанские будни

In the vast expanses of the homeland
In breech corridors Sovdep
Like a wounded bird shot
Like pounded between the ribs spoke
Heaven will be remembered, the heavens will know
What was lost in the open field the noble army
And someone still remained, he tries to get up
I hate partisan weekdays ...

From sunrise someone life goes on
I'll draw it with your finger on the frozen window
There, outside the window - a deli, and a grocery store crowd
And the funky slogan about the fact that all - brothers
I sing under his breath bespontovy verse
After all, his mother told me, the best Kent - a dead cop
All water wells turned into sand
And that means, again someone knocked current ...

And I recently had a narcotic sleep
About the fact that once the winter suddenly burst into thunder
On the roofs of the surrounding water began to go down
However, all was fuck
And anything: the pain will pass, and maybe vice versa
Yesterday one loud shout:
"Go away, do not bother.
After all, life - the river, and it is necessary to go slowly. "
And this is the cocks that it can be ...

When the middle of the night wake up in a cold sweat
When surrounded by silence, but someone crying in the corner
The last train departs, taking away all the beasts
I released them at will
And who, say, for it will love me
Without a stake, no court, not just that I do not
When the hole in the pocket, and the emptiness in the head
And nothing behind, and in front of fucking ...

In the vast expanses of the homeland
In breech corridors Sovdep
Like a bird shot rannenaya
Like pounded between the ribs spoke
Like rannenaya bird shot ...