Подряд - Больной
текст песни

Oh, the sun got up behind our factory
Sunny will sit behind our hut
Everything is for the feat of labor, but I'm going home
In my left hand a bagel with poppy
Everything is for the feat of labor, but I'm going home
In my left hand a bagel with poppy

And pour me to me a bristle and thoroughly
Bring me a glass more replenish
Well, my tears are worsen, but give me behind me
You see, my wife, I get my soul
Well, my tears are worsen, but give me behind me
You see, my wife, I get my soul

Let me down the youngest son
Call me the eldest daughter
Let them stand at least nearby, they look at the dad
On my bodily shell
Let them stand at least nearby, they look at the dad
On my bodily shell

And put it on you knit my hat
Throat scarf wind me green
I’ll sit at the window, I'll look at the neighbors
Finally, this is how I am a fucker
I’ll sit at the window, I'll look at the neighbors
Finally, this is how I am a fucker

Kiss me, but stronger
Hug you, you are hard
Yes tie you me, but put me to me
And good to fiddle my relics
Yes tie you me, but put me to me
And good to fiddle my relics