Текст песни Несчастный Случай - Люди как люди

I'm inclined to believe the off-season in the spring,
And people like people think that in vain.
I am inclined to indulge in the July znoyu,
And people like people waiting for December.
And I wear a T-shirt and light jeans,
And people like people like wool,
They gave up the pleasures of life,
To be the first to cry out: "There!"
When the cold hit.

I believe the newspapers and the Hydrometeorological Center,
As well as all the other hawkers words
And people like the people rested in signs
And in the sixty-year experience of the fathers.
And I sing songs, I indulge the soul,
So try to step, it will explore the rock,
And people like people are silent and listen:
They store up for the future freedom,
In case frost.

I, in general, tend to not make mistakes,
But this water is cold for me -
Here, people like people and people like fish,
People are just people like me.
But our difference - nothing to check,
We even moved close to the water.
The only question is, who will be on top,
Then, in the hierarchy of the ice,
When the cold hit.