Текст песни Shit Happiness и Федул Жадный - В Пьяной Драке

Morning street roadside.
And it is like sleeping , stretched out his legs
A man of middle age years , do not get in wearing that .

In a drunken brawl , late at night ,
When all is dopit ,
He crawled to the lawn
And it threw the hoof

Runs past stray dogs ,
Sun's first rays licking garbage cans .
Foreign cars as the train of Indian cakes
On the highway both in the water and lying beside the road