Текст песни Серёжа Сазанов - Масса нашего нетто

OUR NET WEIGHT

Every day the mass of our net
Increases a thousand times.
None of us dared his veto
Apply as Roma crowd put the evil eye.

The fact that the left breast of custom pours
And flowing through the ducts sinewy rivers,
After the meeting, a night at the hands of remains,
Activating thoughts longitudinal run.

And I attack with the usual pressure
Cells reason (stale sense organ).
Now I, as a child, looking for two differences:
Where is the love, where's the prank? Where an empty, which is empty?

Net seems gross, cross my move
It turns into a longitudinal Shah and obscenities.
I urgently need a shepherd, to curb cattle
Inhabits the thoughts often slurred speech.

Sergei Sazanov.