Текст песни Несчастный Случай - Овощное танго

Yesterday was Wednesday , today is Monday ,
And again, I 'm doing nothing and without money ,
But on the brow of my doubts or shadows
But - it is confidence in the end.
We all stand to the sounds of vegetable tango
The cries of & quot; goal & quot ;, to the smell of polyurethane
And the habit of constantly smiling
Grows stronger skin on the face .
A talking dog chow-chow
Said quite clearly : & quot; wah ! & Quot;
Her , damn , nothing resented
Were black blots on the snow.
We all stand to the sounds of vegetable tango
We were attracted to this superovosch mango
And the green sun as orangutans ,
On the roofs of the wipers are running.
In his wanderings in the wilds of stores
We stumble upon the corpses of oranges,
Where the inquisitors in robes and tights
Sing over us like nightingales ...
Sing over us like nightingales ...
( Nightingales ... )
I'll give you , oh ( ap -p- Chi ! ) Vegetable tango ...
But it's strange , my God, how strange ...
Run, darling, I know - this wound
Leads to the death of love