Текст песни Будильник - 8-30

And here came another jerk in the house,
And all started with the song "Be good!".
I used to live in a strait-shirt.
I said, "I need you here?" And on and fuck!

And that's all! Who am I really?
I look at the dirty windows reflection
In the wine shop.
I reached the middle of the copper!

That's life! For idiots is no law!
Undermine a crowded train!
Kindle the fire of newspapers in the apartment! -
It's better than ever lie that will go out to the world!

Let a thousand years, he is hanging on a birch!
Nefig climb in his native kirzachah well!
And I'm still waiting for the arrival of black planes!
Dreams of an idiot!

And in the meadows were filled with quail.
And insides scorched vodka in the womb,
On charcoal hell my soul is fried,
Like, you're very good de zagrobil!
Oh my God! Heathen kneel!
Dui home! Not in one direction does not seem
To originated zhist!

And I'm still waiting for the arrival of black planes!
Dreams of an idiot!