Текст песни Бригадный Подряд - Космополит

Oh, my hands hands, but my feet feet
I flew back on a narrow road.
I have nothing surprised, this life, in general, pleased.
I am a product of their system - that is a clear result!

The truth is some people think that I, a vile, selfish.
Abomination, nasty, schmuck, bastard, bastard, bastard, an anarchist.
I am confident that a barrel of sour cream slander.
For a beer I are transient fathoms deep into the native land!

Not everything it matter where die
Most painfully beats native whip.
Doctors left the madhouse,
I'll go and - The Earth is our home!

I'm not with these, I'm not with them!
I'm healthy, I'm not crazy!
Bolt had long been packed!
I'm just a cosmopolitan!