Текст песни Тут Лес Тут Поле - БИЧ

Well, what should I do if I drank everything to the ruble,
And neither heaven nor earth welcomes me,
I'm begging in the transition, "give it to the booze",
Looking for a job, a home, a wife - thank you, zapadlo
And I turned all the laws and morals on the bolt,

Chorus
I am a scourge, I am a resident of a transition,
Abandon is my abode
Pivas is my healer
And prison is a teacher
Beach, gild your hand
And dispel the boredom
Oh stop the flour
Help a friend!

And I am only a musician, I carry art,
Let there be holes on the sneakers, the skin is worn out on the nose,
I rub my fingers in blood just to feed myself,
I dream about the scene according to the dream of my sorrow,
And I turned all the laws and morals on the bolt,

The sun falls on the city
The darkness of the night is approaching
I feel terrible cold
I hope the rain doesn't get wet
I see a man in uniform
Slowly coming to us
Will bang about the laws
Come on, his to all shit!