Текст песни Умка и Броневичок - Рай для инвалидов

I go to your apartment, take off my coat
I look into your face, there is something wrong
We have known for twenty years,
I was the first time you have a party
Your wife is an angel, bake cakes
Children rush to the kitchen to read us poems
You as always a little sick,
but it is a trifle

Himself an artist, a self portrait
He put his skeleton protorchal his verse
Forgetting your secret navidalsya species
You saw different edge and last edge
Hell, artificial paradise
And here I was in paradise,
a paradise for disabled

Paradise for people with disabilities

You spit the sky above his head
To raise this ground with one hand
There was one soldier in the field, fought with war
Dire Straits on the radio, a bag of grass
Here's your Arcadia your Elysium
You're taken to the Valhalla alive
earned rest

Paradise for people with disabilities