Текст песни Заги Бок - на улицах будущего

Robots digging in a pile of scrap metal
Everything eaten in this dining table
The future will not come until everything will be covered pussy
Only empty streets meet it with dignity
But it is not so bad with the streets of this
Corpses rot for homeless garbage cans
Somewhere singing siren gray lizard eye
Somewhere someone crunches nasal cartilage.
Someone hiding someone squirm on the quality
In areas with hot interruptions
Renal failure, delirium tremens,
Someone cut Khach, expensive buckwheat.
Stray dogs have nowhere to keep warm
Children born neuspev deprived childhood
Or blood through six incisions in the neck
And you try to sew up it on a crust on sober.
Try the same hour in this segment
When you are from those who still decides cut
Stay true to the game, Lean back in the chair
Your fucking budeschee will be here soon.
Robots digging in a pile of scrap metal
All shall reach at this dining table
The future will not come until everything will be covered pussy
Only empty streets meet it with dignity (x2)