Текст песни мори - фактотум

I sit in the PX
drunk on beer
I store in Bukowski's backpack "Factotum"
the world is bullshit
well, me,
sorry to be alive. sorry. la morte
haunt us.
catching up with us.
sometimes missing close people.
At such moments
I really want to,
to death I was served on a platter.
and instead of a body - coal,
gobble up, demon!
digest the values of earthly minerals!
guns, rifles,
do not work at all,
and the coal body feigns courage!
I'm sitting in the passage
and nerves on edge
we shoot death in the face
with their indifference
and, indifferent,
we live longer than those
who cares.