Текст песни Ломаный Грош - Модель для сборки

I uninvited guest uninvited kobelёk (?)
I - your headache.
I'm stuck in the bone of the far left newspapers
And, if it is wound gray days, I smoked salt

Perhaps I'll die from drunken orgies,
Perhaps I'll die from excessive doses of Martynov,
But I do not want to be a model for the assembly,
I do not get up in order idiots clay

I look out the window, as the city wakes up
My opinion dawn - son Having closed eyelids
I look at the cattle holding for the city
I smeared the blood of a century (?)

Perhaps I'll die from drunken orgies,
Perhaps I'll die from excessive doses of Martynov,
But I do not want to be a model for the assembly,
I do not get up in order idiots clay