Текст песни Два Егора - Крыши

They call and cry - what's the joke
People have become like rats that play on the tune.
Pack your things, pack your bags
Go away, leave here, go to nirvana.
I wanted to humbly bring you to the final
But you convinced me - this is just the beginning.
And she called, roared, said how bad it was
But at the closest moment you called me "Lech"

We are left with only torn off roofs
Current and former

What children? Chukovsky with you!
From 2 to 5 all units are not worth it.
We sing about different things, we talk about different things
Rubbish, when you are silent, you know, you are beautiful.
How not to sleep in this city, what jokes are there
It remains to dance to someone else's tune.