Текст песни Браин, Джерри, Дэн назгул - Над помойкой

Above the garbage flies for Crow Crow,
A little man in front reads Georges Simenon.
I'm standing in the street, my frost naplevati.
My boots with fur and wool jacket.
I could tell you what happened to me yesterday.
But I can not draw, I neither elephant nor mare.
And, incidentally, I do not have to paint.
Five minutes later, my love will come back here.
ABOUT! And will ...

I'd better tell you what nature
And why we are so dependent on the time of year.
Or just propyl song lullaby.
You currently located in a flush of pastel.
The wind from the north blowing cold and prickly.
And under the snow, and there are eucalyptus trees.
Already a long time on yugah migratory birds.
Teddy bear in a den to sleep off.
ABOUT! Can not sleep ...