Текст песни All Apples - Сушняк

Dried plant! attacked me,
An empty head spinning, some kind of garbage.
I get stuck in a yellowed newspaper
Behind the wall someone is obscenely covered by a neighbor.
The smoke from the pipe surprises me very much,
I didn’t think she was covering so hard
And from the speakers again my rubbish,
Yelling so hard that all the neighbors curse me.
And everything seems to be good, there is no place for big fuss,
The sofa behind my back, I'm already floating on a dream.
The wave is on a strip I don't know
Everything is fucked up! Specifically killed already!
Losing
2. And something strange is going on in my head,
It's like everything is on screen with the new 3D mode
Summer, sun, sea, bikini, beach
And of course an excellent ganjubas.
When palms bend over the rooftops
When the hot sand warms my heels
When the sea crashes against the rocks, the parod
I understand this - a good parish!
When you are in a premonition of such a spacious,
The whole world just leaned at the right angle.
But as usual there comes a bummer
Neighbor knocking on the door. Well, what a joke!