Текст песни Леонид Фёдоров - Про дебила

Fell in love with grief moron I am.
Fell in love , loved , loved , loved me.
Out the window the moon - white muzzle .
In horse whistle , I whistle .
I flew .
Flying , flying , flying .

Below me, the sea, where the lights are on.
These are the days , my days , my bitter days off.
Me path .
Where you can not drink ,
Where there can not be ,
Where you can not sleep .
Where you can not live ,
Flying , flying , flying