DDT - Москва, Садовое кольцо
текст песни

Night Kurats are fighting angry,
Something brother them is not good
Whose wandes glasses yes neck
Who sticks out at Mausoleum,
Whose smolder
Cigarettes Okonyuk.

I am a fog smelly
Decomposing in Moscow
In the spirit pale and dull
Angry cold power
Annoying postgray
In a non-partisan head

And on the street Arbat
On silver rope
Prostitutes were removed
And from dark cars
Rubber backs
Promised All-Russian chaos.

I wander a foggy night
According to pastakes in the yards
I see at night I will face
Who rotates and breaks into the shreds
Who breaks the spinal
Cooling in the morning

I breathe in the capital
Chechen on the go.
I feel the city at once
And a cross and toilet,
Evil Bulgakovsky story
As bliss, like trouble.

And on Tverskaya Street
Eh, in kind, the feast is worldly.
There is a party, the whole blessing the death of the dance.
There any dick and clitoris
Changes are happy.
He stands in the Kremlin for Peter, near Moscow for Leningrad.

I observe as poison
A noisy crowd is pierced
Greedy thirsty orava
Tarakanya Shorsny Lova
Whether left, or right,
Without a sledgehammer and sickle!

I sail tired but
I scream saved lot
I seem to myself a hero,
Heaven, Star ROOM
Cum, hemorrhoids,
Or rather - idiot
I do not understand anything
I am in advanced wilderness
Frozen and burn
Dying, resurrected
Balancing around the edge
In the eternal searches of the soul

And on a new train station
Under the merry ceiling
Gastorbaiters suffered, exported them to a strong
Without awards and salary
As the heroes of Socytrude
Motors, train communals ...