Текст песни Бутырка - По этапу

On stage , with the verdict on his hands
Between stations , throwing off the news in a post office
Stop in my life on earth
Where there is life, there are no facilities and lawlessness.
No amenities and lawlessness.

Chorus (2 times )
The body is here , but the soul is far
I spit in the half-drunk convoy
Body here to report cops
And the soul , where the mother gave birth .

Shakes us all battered car
A cell in the cell covered with oxygen.
And salt fed fish for lunch
Crane closed, and the water here is not there.
And the water here is not there.