Марк Фрейдкин - Верхушка Айсберга
текст песни

Dear Crystal plant,
why, tell me, are you like this
voluntarily stopped
make your best drink?
And who is to blame now?
what did management decide?
take off for some dick
our old one from production.

But it seems like yesterday
my wife Tamarka and I
whiled away the evenings
behind the Krystalovskaya “starka”,
and when trouble came,
lo and behold, it looks crooked from the shelves
sickening mess
Petersburg spill.

And this is how we do everything:
you just have to do something to your liking,
and we're sucking hard
not joy, but poison.
And wherever I go,
and no matter what end I throw myself into,
and instead of the plus sign
Every time it comes out "minus".

In general, complete chaos,
and we're not talking about drinking here.
That's why life is given to us,
to tolerate her meanness.
I don't change my socks
I don’t cut my hair, I don’t shave my mug
and, like a tsutsik, from melancholy
I'm dying, I'm dying...