Текст песни Золотые зубы - Пост-панк

City opened the fetid maw
if you are drunk is not afraid to fall
the wind blows through the dark courtyards
and you go to the last coat eblan

you're not a complicated man
and a gloomy idiot
very sorry that you are alive
Ian Curtis and long-dead
on how you smoke painful to watch
and friendship with you I would prefer death
you're not a complicated man
and a gloomy idiot
very sorry that you are alive and Ian Curtis was dead for a long time
if you begin to complain again for the post-punk
we're going to fight with their fists

how are you always on serious schschah
but too obsessed with fashionable things
like walking in the dark forest
if I'll meet you then obossu

because you're not a complicated man
and a gloomy idiot
very sorry that you are alive
Ian Curtis and long-dead
on how you smoke painful to watch
and friendship with you I would prefer death
you're not a complicated man
and a gloomy idiot
very sorry that you are alive and Ian Curtis was dead for a long time
if you begin to complain of post-punk
we're going to fight with their fists