Текст песни Дездемон Сидоров, Паэт Меркулов и Greensheet - Тараканы

Cockroaches dance, moaning ,
The studio head
In the sea of life, people are drowning
They write songs on the pot ,

Who was born under the stars ,
And who the hell is not a brother
The poet lived , nit drunk ,
Keeping a pen gates of paradise ...

On the soul scratching cats
The house is to be demolished , but dick to him ,
And the beat of the cup spoon
Overnight, the guitar, and we smoke,

Groaning our cockroaches
BEAUTY mirror , ecstasy
I'm one of a surf ,
I am alone, but many times ...