Брысь - Мёртвый таракан
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We're locked up at mom's
Nobody knows whose she is
And in three rubles there are one hundred hectares
We ran away in all directions

Behind her bathroom door
An intelligent ocean lives
And the voices are tired
They invite you to warm yourself by the fire

It's a holiday without end
I asked them: who am I?

You're a dead cockroach
You're a dead cockroach
You're a dead cockroach
You're a dead cockroach

Behind the curtains of the balcony
Everyone is playing a black and white movie
With bags of popcorn
We watch the water boil

More and more new rooms
Like the fingers on my hand
The trap is calling me
Where everyone has been

It's a holiday without end
I asked them: who am I?

You're a dead cockroach
You're a dead cockroach
You're a dead cockroach
You're a dead cockroach

You're a dead cockroach
You're a dead cockroach
You're a dead cockroach
You're a dead cockroach