Текст песни АтЪ - Отходняки

Something is wrong this morning
The whitish dawn chokes
Kroshevoy birches in the porridge of stuck together years
Poverty yes wet tobacco
And it seems doomed
A word embedded in hearts
It was like reopening a window this morning
Nice guy from Cherepovets

Something wrong with this world
Avaricious and cruel his god
Captured by a scourge, a buffoon is crying
Yes it burns in the night
And all the softer this movie
Director washed in blood
Come out now for love out the window -
Will there be a place of love?

Sometimes
By dust, tribute - to the sum
Cries of conquered universes
On the crosses of winter
To rock and roll
Pus in the wound - the dirt of the Moscow River
Dumb lips
Worms crawl in circles ...
Three penny buzz passed
The fuss began

Something with this body is trouble
Tight in him and sickening soul
Useless day in lichens and scab
Howls memory
Yes they wear years
And as deep as possible in the hole
Do not breathe, do not hear your laughter
Not to fat
Lying on a feast
Yes, just not to die at all

Sometimes
Reveal, abuse - to guilt
Downed by a winter wheel
Gnaws at a weak share
Rock'n'roll
Blood on the fabric
Painted shards
Field jesters without repentance
Into the undead
Three-penny buzz is gone
Now - the scum

Sometimes
Salt, prison wire
Pain condemned to live on the brink
Knows
Fuckin 'rock and roll
Olya, Ani
Cornflowers gimp ...
Blue eyes
Yes in them with tears - slugs
Was a cheap buzz
Yes, everybody will take the dodgers

All that we have will be taken
The Dodgers

All that we have now is
The Dodgers

All that remains for us here ...