Текст песни Ложный Сальвадор Дали и 2 Тройных - Джон Сильвер

John Silver odnoyu foot in the grave,
From light creeps nicotine smoke
He looks through a telescope at the avaricious fate
Already 47, and since I was young.

John Silver in the pants reduce a camisole,
Stealing the left shoes on the market,
He longs to fill cucumber pickle,
But just drinking grog for uninvited dinner.

John Silver from the salary bought heroin
And with cinnamon sprinkled stew,
And he was old, his whole life was one,
He will wake up tomorrow morning in a haystack.

Towards rushes flaming horse
It runs a heretic to the hay-farmer,
And John would say nothing, studying fire
And the second set foot stumps in the coffin.