Текст песни Padla Bear Outfit - Калифорния

The burning number of physical plans
Your morning was developed by a comrade, like him, Stakhanov.
The Red Army has faded into white powder
You take the keys and the plastic bag.
- Hey, worker.
- What, worker?
Today, all day again doing what you want,
Just as you like, any details
Made of wood, tin, copper or steel
(You mechanically open the machine,
and there today instead of shavings) -

California

Any morning like a poster
You painted it yourself a year and a half ago.
You do not know those who would stand at the machine,
You have more keys and the bag is light.
- Hey, maid.
- What, servant?
Of course, you yourself decided to stand in traffic jam before marriage,
You yourself have chosen this goat as a boss
And less they will not pay you without demand.
(You blindly finally open the door
turn on the computer, and there ...) -

California