Текст песни Никита Бомкин - Я живу на счет узбеков

I live by Uzbeks ;
You live by the Tajiks.
Without the end they fight ;
Without end we are at war .

And the end , blush and bright ,
At the river diver
From under the pink quilt
Misfits sticks .

It is unlikely that I will die for the truth .
It is unlikely that you will die for the faith .
We are with you are aggressive ,
Fussiness and sweet.

Are we to think of the sadness .
Are we to think of the sadness .
Are we to think of the sadness .
It is better to think about ferrets .

Or do not we think
And not to see at all,
As the glow of the fire
Flying butterfly ,

As an end , blush and bright ,
At the river diver
From under the pink quilt
Misfits sticks .