Текст песни Дюша Романов - Благодарный мертвец

I met him at Ashbury with Haights
He walked along the cars, dancing, laughing
In a ragged coat, shoes for wear
Hair hay, cigarette case, cigarette

He was to anything neither time nor ice
He was to anything glass stock
No marafet nor kuhnar or thyme
With him at the same time Grateful Dead

In New York, a stranger, a guest in Moscow
He rushes in LA, he ivory
He shark teeth, he whisker from China
He was the star of your straightforwardness

He is a resident of the universe, in the wallet pass
Powdered nose, it is more refined us,
Carry it freedom bears the fruit of love,
But on the night of full moon did not call me

I left it on Ashbury with Hights
He never knew how to please us
It took many years, and with it the world,
Of his generation, his Godhead

Chorus:
We do not need any time, no ice
We do not need a glass stock
No marafet nor kuhnar or thyme
With us always Grateful Dead.