Текст песни Циктор Вой - Абстракция

It
Sitting on the porch
And smoking shit,
Matured in the dust of centuries.

It
Sitting locked
And drinking Barmaley,
Assembled hands of cowards.

And it's called
In the art world
Abstraction!
And it's called
In the art world
Abstract!

I was waiting for fucking day!
Wish me luck,
Huge green deer!
Wish me luck!

Whiskas, juice and wine,
And again he smokes shit!
The sleeping porch obrygan,
And on the street ... the sun shines!

And it's called
In the art world
Abstraction!
And it's called
In the art world
Abstract!
OOOOOOoooooooo abstraction!

(-Enough!
-Enough?
-Hyh!
-Stop!)