Текст песни Кооператив Ништяк - Звезда

And there is no longer the horizon, and there was never
I have to brake skull fell from the star sky.
Cheerless morning the Pope and the godfather of gloomy,
Our world smelled of herring as a ship's hold.
This evening marked by destiny, my enemies will die,
And friends drowned in a concoction of dried apricots.
Greenwich at nine, motionless hand of the clock.
How pleased that there will be no my friends, no enemies,
No fantasy or strange dreams.

to Sail in the trough soon
From Fools and rubles
From blacks and yellow people
From cockroaches and snakes,
From birds, from fish, from the beasts,
On dark nights, sunny days ...

Smudge the sunset in the sky, to Greenwich - no money,
The window Cranes flew and pecked my modest dinner.
Empty in a soldier's bag, in the mind of thrush,
Neto has the horizon, and there was never,
I break my skull star.

to Sail in the trough soon
From Fools and rubles
From black and yellow people
From enemies from friends,
From cockroaches and snakes
From the windows and from the doors
From birds from fish from wild animals
On dark nights, bright days.