Депутат Балтики - Рыба
текст песни

On a tanned table, men play dominoes
Fans are buzzing: “U-oo”
And in the morning on the street it smelled of gas
And I have never
I did not remember those
Who died yesterday
And buried in the cemetery of laughter
My hands smell of Gutalin
My legs can dance
But my brains are not able to think
The whole fun is that I
Kinetic psycho
I am a kinetic psycho!
Last match and loose faces
Bending over her, they talk about love for freedom,
And among the people
There is a rumor that someone is laughing at death
Continuous whirlpool
Violins are carried away higher and higher
Their backs smell of naphthalin
And hands from clay
And porcelain veins are shaking
They are all potential morons
They are potential morons!
Dead, carries
The corpses are lying everywhere
For no reason, for no reason
Wild laughter is heard everywhere
Lonely, I'm so lonely
Prophet, do not have a prophet
Call Margot, I want to hear
Voice from the east
Loneliness in the Fatherland
Devoid of all fathers
Smoke
Scary, but not really
Scary, but not so much
To stay alive

Fish!...