Текст песни Константин Ступин и группа Ночная трость - Люди на помойке

Poke out my eye, gouge out two of my eyes
I don't want to look at this world.
Cut off my ear, cut off two ears -
I don't want to hear from you anymore.
Make it so that I don't smell
Walking from the trash heap, acutely wounding.
From that garbage dump where homeless people walk
And collect food for dinner.
People in the trash heap
People in the trash heap
People in the garbage ...
Help me get rid of my right hand
Help to do the same with the left.
I don't want to feel them anymore
Quickly cut to the right and left.
My feet don't listen to me
But my brain is thinking a little.
And I beg you to drink my feet
Don't be afraid, nobody will know about it.
Only people in the trash.
People in the trash heap
People in the trash heap
People in the garbage ...
And now I have already become like all people,
My only difference is
That I have a head and a torso,
But I'm so glad I lost my limbs.
People in the trash heap
People in the trash heap
People in the garbage ...