Текст песни Владимир Ареховский - Распродажа

Kitchen utensils take on new owners
Empty rooms breathe in the natural scent
Cockroaches scurry merrily on the mezzanine,
The fifth wall dissolves into horizontals

One hundred clothes and all without buttons
Torn shirt.
Fireworks thunder from the evening street
Happy Holidays!
Sale, and the same to you
Cheap and bottomless.

A trace of familiar mockery lit up on my face,
An unborn person has fallen into the web,
Drunken greed walks through the back corridors
The pissed black steps are wet.

One hundred clothes and all without buttons
Torn shirt.
Fireworks thunder from the evening street
Happy Holidays!
Sale, and the same to you
Cheap and bottomless.

Abortion is replacing funeral services
Doomed children flow one after another
The river is deep and it doesn't even matter
That both me and you have a fucking end - a sale!