Текст песни Апельсиновая креветка - Любовь и ненависть красной рыбы

She would have grown wings
And flew away
From useless and dirty
Small people from unpleasant
And repetitive.
Away from the common pot,
Where are all cooked.

Some better, some worse.
A little more seasoning
In the face of great personalities
And this whole mess a little squinting,
Normal start eating themselves.

A little more to the masses,
For measuring volume
Insignificance and just
Beings of organic tissues.

can not catch eminent personalities -
Gotten worse.
Porridge will be nauseated,
But it will still be there yourself.

Red fish is beating against the rocks,
She wants to forget as quickly as possible and go mad.
Red caviar feels calmer,
The black to be called
In America anyway.
After all, it is politically correct country.

Red fish feels pity
When whine beneath her window.
Ingredients of cereal
Anyway, who spared no fish.
They narezhut its thin leaves
And digest.

Red fish is beating against the rocks,
She wants to forget as quickly as possible and go mad.

Different people, different ingredients.
They are two-handed and clumsy.
they began to eat soon.

Hurry to go mad.