Текст песни Никита Дорофеев - Волчата

In a flutter coat, with a nightmail in a fist,
I am someone, I'm nobody, trifle on a trifling.
Through my cheap jazz, through my day rest
Wachers of your eyes pursue me.
By discarding the day easily go to the bottom.
By discarding the shadow and not even one.
Swinging the laughter by discing the tail,
By discarding everyone who is too clean and simple.
Some strange gas swings in the brain,
Wachers of your eye are preparing for a jump.
Silent, like a zeietot, they look at me,
And, it seems, that's, they will eat me.
And, it seems, here is about, to the bottom I will erase me.
Free doctors free to me.
Free country will stalls striptease.
Free War will kill me on bis.
For my cheap jazz, for my rest of the day ...
Wachers of your eyes pursue me.