Текст песни Аптекаръ. - Сладкая жизнь.

Zdarova were
kabily and adult children
here the dumb sang for the price
getting out of bed at night

we paint our destinies
cheap pastels
don't ask why the pharmacist
why are the cops so angry in the department
why are your paid friends
crap in fact

Saying forgive me again with my junkies
busy at the ranch
don't ask why in the trash
here they light candles

everything and everyone is possible for lave here
and no difference at all
here is the price of your clothes
even strangers soars

tearing words from my soul
like plots from garik
what are there bracho what varicks
childhood fucked up in padik

neighbors angry dogs
every third is thirsty
throw a stick in your wheels
impudent
last week
paranoia was shivering

we are free floating
steam
as if from such a sweet life
it will not be put on a vein