Текст песни Куриный суп - Диалог Гамлета с совестью

- At the bottom she is, where is the silt
And algae ... sleep in them
She left - but there is no sleep there either!
—And I loved her,
Like hundreds of thousands of brothers
They cannot love!
- Hamlet!

At the bottom she is, where is the silt:
Il! .. And the last whisk
I surfaced on riverside logs ...
- And I loved her
Like hundreds of thousands of brothers ...
- Less,
Anything more than one lover.

At the bottom she is, where is the silt.
- And I her
- I loved??