Текст песни Наутилус Помпилиус - Музыка на песке

Music on the sand
( V.Butusov - I.Kormiltsev )
In the green water at the smell of slime ,
Watching admiringly , flight cobwebs
Crazy kid has an empty tin can ,
Crazy kid pounding the old bottle .

Music on the sand , the music on the sand.
Music on the sand , the music on the sand.

Of the empty space of the old canned
Extracted sound exciting nerves.
Crazy kid beats terribly and rhythmically
By rusty tanks at a huge tank .

Music on the sand , the music on the sand.
Music on the sand.

We're going for it, like animals
We worry in anguish .
Music on the sand,
Music on the sand.

Have fun waves at the old stone
From the ragged shirt he makes banner.
From willow branches it makes saber
And muttering some gibberish .

Build sand castles ,
Spinning finger to his temple .
Build sand castles ,
Spinning finger to his temple .

We throw a family , we burn money
We fight in a landfill because of rusty cans .
Kitchen women are pans,
With a bucket for papers go away ministers .

And the drumbeat
He calls us away ,
And the drumbeat

We're going after him like a rat ,
And hide in the surf .
Music under water,
Music under water.