Текст песни Адис Абеба - Подвал

Someone living in the basement,
Someone in his blanket,
Someone lives on the roof,
Someone a little higher.
Someone like a clock,
Someone was not for an hour,
Someone came to the end,
To start all over again.
Someone out in the summer,
Some 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.
Toys buried under the pillow,
Now I play with myself.
Laughing, I scooted takes off,
When surrounded by asserting: "At this point, it stops."
A knock on the door of the heart, let God do not sleep.
And if a walk, then walk endlessly.
And death, that death, she's only a woman.
When it comes, I will try to drag her into his bed.