Текст песни Борис Рыжий - Больничная тара, черника

Hospital container, blueberries
golubeyut alcohol and water.
The old man, he judged Amalric
Tagil in the District Court,
hurdy-gurdy toothless again
Turns, shame, damn:
You know, guys, this?
We do not know and do not want to know.
He died abroad Amalric,
She bent in the US unknown.
Then the carpenter, taxi driver and fireman,
and your living soul.

Life is a bastard in a purple uniform,
walking light and easy,
but there is a loneliness in the world
and the death of the Leaky tights.
Ventilated chamber
foliage flies out the window.
From morning until lights-out guys
playing bingo, dominoes.
From these names, believe me,
neither cold nor hot.
Judge, you forget about death,
that looking over your shoulder.