Текст песни Социальный Минет - Главный вопрос

I have a hundred questions
there will one answer
I'm an aspiring philosopher
and perhaps a little poet
I 'm tired of questioning
that I only harm
I sowed millet burned
in memory of the previous years
already slotted wings
the tumor presses on the forehead
I love this life so much
I'll take with him to the grave
and let the soul stripped
on his head is missing hair
answer pozhalusta poet
his main question