Текст песни Марк Фрейдкин - Колыбельная

Lived like everything, brushed for grandmother,
The bluster and cradle on trifles.
Copied the error and losing Antabka,
Powered in despair at night.

Then yes, business-diviska,
now Edak, tomorrow, so
And create and sell surplus
He was not the Mastaq back.

But but without discharge
Could he know for sure
that with a tripper team will always come back with the blur
With a broken muzzle - from Cabac.

He was a weak health,
Neender and coward,
and time was growing at the headboard
Talk light bulb at ten watts.

Bored live on white light!
Looking in the eye to the death
And let the soul from this close crate
It hits the sky like dragonfly.