Текст песни Павло Чучка - Я люблю гнуй

I like to rot when the wool smells,
when to hear a feast on the whole village,
when he finds a chicken nipple,
when a full-bodied sparrow sings on it

I like to rot when the wool is from a cow
when the barracks circle him,
when owls fly over it at night,
and pour the slurry of the fly out of it.

I like to rot when winter is rotting.
I love the winter I love.
When I hold the dung in my hands,
I know, I have that winter son.

I like to sit on a dung community,
far away from the high hump
and shovel with green courts
ending with red wine.

1984