Текст песни Владимир Ланцберг - Каин

Drought both breasts from mother
And I unpacked me stinking.
That you shouted to me - they say, life ahead,
Do not hurry your lucky case!
He did not give me the tasks,
my tobacco smoked until the absence of a pulse
My grandee burned on my gear,
And I'm all the heel, and you "don't worry!"

My cattle sowed my sowing,
Susher my bills bobbed.
- Lord, - I pray, - Javi's justice!
Did not reveal: signals, they say, did not report.
- Everybody is enough in entrusted to me ...-
Frame was ruined, swelling on cloud.
- Let them make enough enough. You are also quite
can. The cerebellum reflexion is not flunk.

All candy from Christmas trees, tickets to the party,
Soft places in a motorcycle with a carriage -
All of him finds. Me, except for losses,
Whisper is your crazy: "Odea his ... caress!"
So it went to the last day,
Ravering an hour ... but, contradiction,
Your barrels rush, and all on me:
- Cain, bitch-kain, where is Brother your abel?

Vladimir Lanzberg