Текст песни Овальный Сапер - На Сопле

Yesterday, with the portrait of Lenin hung my grub on the back
And , smiling , she looked into his eyes.
Well today I broke off the angel , animal ,
And with cries she sped away into the heavens .

All my life - sheer bad luck .
Getting off the tram , a heap of shit .
Would I have a decent neck,
Probably hanged used for a long time .

After all, life , mate , not of the letter on the fence
And it is not a walk in the moonlight .
Hatches were closed and silent disputes
And Karl Marx sped away on the nozzle .