Текст песни Кооператив Ништяк - Жара

Crawl on the concrete, welcome spider
There is a wall in the capital, and a hook is driven into that wall
And there's a hole in the head, from the hole of that brain
Wet their native sands in a thin stream

From under the heels of the humped asphalt will fly
Lenka Brezhnev's corpse in that asphalt lies

And the heat ...

And the court stove burns to ashes,
The engraver scribbles names on the flasks
Ashes humbly fall on the heads of the lions
The negroes silently dig this ditch for the lions.

Ah, this homeland-cage, apartment-prison -
Six steps wide, seven steps long.
I'd throw away the key and be gone forever
Only nowhere.

And the heat ...

And around the atmosphere turns into scum.
I'm going to Kansas to steal a negro.
This life is as wide as the grave is long
So let's drown ourselves in the river Tura - forever ...

And the heat ...

Heinrich lived, Heinrich is alive, Heinrich is our face
So write me a letter from America
After all, the grill only touches the wall
I will sell my dreams for a beautiful life
I'll buy all sorts of rubbish, I'll cut some wine.
And then even a flood, even a fire, even a war
Forever and ever...

And the heat!