Текст песни Никита Дорофеев - Блюз Датского принца

Blues Danish Prince

              Nikita Dorofeev

I sink down on all sorts of rubbish like dough and fashion.
Made of black music, billiards and Tarantino.
My Motherland holds me by the tail, shaking his whip at the muzzle,
Pray, Ophelia, before going to sleep, pray for the son of a bitch.

Do not bother me, Mom. Do not bother me cry for you.

Rejoice, animal dui in tune, demand entertainment and food!
All that Jupiter is not given, it will pick up the cattle.
My Motherland feeds my hand with a kitchen knife at her throat.
Pray, Ophelia, before going to sleep, pray for the son of a bitch.

Do not bother me, Dad. Do not bother me cry for you.

Do not click the beak, baby, go on holiday in the manner of Bosch!
On a black throat, says the law is always more foxes than cheese.
My Motherland reality turns into a dream and mind creates a monster.
Pray, Ophelia, before going to sleep, pray for the son of a bitch.

But do not bother me, hear. Do not bother me cry for you.

2005.