Текст песни ЧИЖ и Co - Любитель жидкости

He had a syringe in his hand, but he is not a doctor
And he sees himself crucified on the door.
And it is doomed, as a military trumpeter -
He's just a fan number three liquid.

He does not care that it is not hard to move
And that ridiculous his words.
In his wallet, as usual beggar -
It is just a fan of number two liquids.

Blue has a stall in his lane,
He was attached to the tail of the colorless spin.
But this is a terrible flaw -
He's just an amateur number one liquid.

He did not know that you can survive in the morning,
Someone lit a black fire in his throat.
And he hears the murmurs nezavernuty faucet in the kitchen,
He is now a fan of fluid number zero.

(About Love, 1995)