Текст песни Аддис Абеба - Подвал

Someone living in the basement, someone in his blanket,
Someone lives on the roof, others slightly higher currents.
Someone like a clock, someone for an hour gone.
Someone came to the end, to start all over again.
Someone out in the summer, someone dresses up Christmas tree.
Someone enters into the veins of the newspaper, someone does not gather in fragments.
I wash off the mud flow of lunar water
Burrowing deeper trouble but fun.
Saturday night- I must die,
To be resurrected on Sunday morning.
Bury toys under the pillow,
Now I play with myself.
Laughing, headlong I take off,
When around repeating:. "At this point, stand '
Knocking heart door- God forbid, not to oversleep
And if walking, then walk without end ...
A death-death?
It's only when it's baba,
Try to drag her into his bed.