Текст песни Тихуана Нуар - Дети понедельника

In the pocket so little money,
The world fell down on Monday
Again.
We were there to get used to?
According debts strike swift running,
We're going for the first snow.
We let down on candy,
We like sparrows on a branch,
Sing.
To drink, and drink, and sing.
And the birds fly around,
We kiss right in the face.

Poor, poor them.
Stretch nights and days.

In the pocket a little money,
We are looking for world five cents.
Well, let's let down on a tablet,
Run away from the cell.
Potholes, ditches - out of my head.
A fly flies around,
We kiss the hands of a whore,
Vodka, children Monday.

Poor, poor them.
Stretch nights and days,
Stretch nights and days.
Poor, pale ...

Drunk, with his mouth penoyu
Kiss until the morning,
Mad at all,
On the job at seven.
Cause - time. What for?
You see - there are no problems.
It flies to hell
World on Mondays.