Текст песни Михаил Карпачев - Надоело жить в консервной банке...

Tired of living in a tin
Hassles and troubles.
Break off a hunk of a loaf -
That's the whole dinner.
Wind prop shoulder stubbornly
And waving his hand,
Pobredu - spit on the puddles, pits.
Compass me the hell ...
Somewhere where wring - this is not important.
Is this salt?
Heaven, I, my compass - snakes paper.
Barefoot in the dew
Laughing with sandy cliff jumping,
Plural reality to zero.
That is why I wake up that hurt clouds
Thousands of bullets.
With his head in zaroyus smell of childhood,
Hay raking.
Stifle, pierced loss for the flight
As a child - by itself.
And with a smile guilty
Corrects a stack,
Realizing unthinkable sunset
Sun in the East.

09/23/85