Текст песни прохожий - Белиберда

I shall place such a network here
And these charms will bring,
What I will love your children
For my rubbish poems.

Without it you can not go to business,
And not dry out of the water.
To love your face and body,
What is important is the spirit of fresh rubbish.

And the fear of losing the gift of speech,
Vulnerable pain and trouble,
We know, we know the secrets of a human -
How to save yourself nonsense.

From boredom, despair, abandonment,
So as not to vmёrznut disastrous ice
The tool has a great nobility -
Clouds of my nonsense.

A gift of nature, a marvelous joy -
A fake grass, oh yeah,
Even vodka, chocolate bar,
But my pure nonsense

From the divine garden of fruits,
From heaven still environment.
The experience is bitter, but how sweet
Kiss my nonsense.