Текст песни Кооператив Ништяк - Тучи Над Домом

You wake up in the morning Buddha accelerates cloud over the house,
Ruining the nest peacock and nuts to feed the cat.
At the head of the beetles crawling like a thought in cakes of cow,
Sky crumbles cotton on the asphalt path.

Mizgir not get the flu, they have better things to do
They pray to God for a miracle - that he gave them reason.
But do not become a giant fly swatter to them softer,
Previously, it was called the murder, but is now called jazz.

Our rivers do not become smaller, simply muddy the car window
Through the Tatar neighbor wrestle not hear them fresh forces.
As a result of such conflicts we really weary home
And we beg for pennies on the roads, moaning about the devastation and poverty.

Quiet hinges squeak brain in the maze of restrictions
We were dazzled white wax, but we have figures for entertainment
We needles poked in the back, enjoying a painful groan.
But in the morning you wake up and dispersal of the Buddha clouds over the house.