Текст песни Кооператив Ништяк - Трансхиппианский панк

When will the hangover and the sun will rise
Strange city Tyumen rhymes fell company
To the morning, when the night will break your bag
Spit it out of a job as quickly as possible.

And when you step on its own tail,
Transformed into a rat meat zhruschey
Neither Jesus nor Krishna nor Mausoleum will not save
And it will not remove this infection.

That would find my house, among the homeless!
In the park people are free - there is idleness and relaxation.
Money is not under a tree, all of our under a tree,
And all that is everywhere - just a disease!

I purged myself under the swastika -
My, I erase, and zhru Hairan
Listening to reports, I watch TV -
Generally, the speed of light to rotate.

A grown thin sun will soon be gone
And there comes a gloomy sticky humidity.
And the horizon between the war comes,
As the only irreparable mercy.