Текст песни Мифы - Наш знакомый

We have one friend
Shoulder-length hair.
He knows how, sitting at home,
Watch yourself.

He doesn’t accept new songs.
Cards in a beard.
His brain is quietly napping,
Himself not knowing where.

In life, he knows little
I'm just used to chatting
And popping anywhere
Long your tongue.

He likes to read moral
To everyone around
And sits in his tumble
Quiet as a spider.

His prophet is at any time.
From such prophets never
There was neither benefit nor harm -
Their path was usually not far.

He always flies somewhere
Knows Yin and Yang,
And purrs with falsetto
The song "You are rubbish."

He draws a pacific with chalk,
Where he is not lazy.
The guy is busy
Every single day.

Our friend believes in a miracle
And calmly waiting
The day when from heaven to the dish
Manna will fall.

Day by day pass by
Like a colorless dream.
There is no fire, but a lot of smoke -
In this he is strong.

His prophet is at any time.
From such prophets never
There was neither benefit nor harm -
Their path was usually not far.