Текст песни комитет охраны тепла - Холуй

Every night I get home
And I look for the entrance door.
I think there lurking stranger,
Waiting for me, like a beast .

Oh, sick head flunky .

Children drunken peasants devour sausage ,
Picking his nose singing songs .
Who covers for the well-fed children rock club ,
That they are not marking time ?

Hey , flunky how 's your head?

Children drunken peasants claim to the throne ,
With head erect paper .
I fashion for children open the stash ,
That they admired him .

Hey , flunky how 's your head?