Текст песни Агата Кристи - Пинкертон

How is it like but I remembered a hobby
Stamps, parrots, video, metal
I'm not chasing money, I'm not chasing flesh
No black notebook is my ideal
I'll write everything about the neighbors, about your wife and her lover
I'll write like seven days a week
Slept with each other and whispered jokes
I keep my body in great shape
Cunning hearing, and an eye like an eagle
I work all days and even Saturdays
From eight in the morning to eight in the evening
I smile at you when I meet you. Che Che Che clearly and precisely.
Give me my hand, I'm a killer robot, put on a stream method
I'm Pinkerton
I'm Pinkerton
I'm Pinkerton
I'm Pinkerton
I'm Pinkerton
Number 100 slept while his wife was away
With my own daughter. These are the times!
I don't remember which number is one hundred and three,
But in general he spoke about the decree
Number one hundred and five went to Handel and after the whole day gnawed at metal
Number one hundred and seven - what a shame - I don't remember exactly who, but I also slept
I'm Pinkerton
I'm Pinkerton
I'm Pinkerton
I'm Pinkerton
I'm Pinkerton
I AM!
The ninth wanted to change something
Where even the dust is not removed from the paintings
Still not a lot of effort and find out everything
What did the third and second and even number one do
I will save my black notebook as an icon as a symbol of impotence
Of your victories before the dirt
In the aorta tied with Judas ligature
I'm Pinkerton
I'm Pinkerton
I'm Pinkerton
I'm Pinkerton
I'm Pinkerton