Текст песни Пипкин дождь - Помидор

You lay halfguing,
In the store, on the shop window,
You have long lived here,
I did not like the girl Lina.

You stayed alone, all friends dismantled
I wonder who they became?
One-precisely in the salad, the other can be in Ketchup,
But this is not important, because already the evening.

Here they brought a new factory,
Sprinkled them on tomato, full of dreams
Crushed, depressed
He died quietly, did not lil the tears.

When the store was closed,
then the tomato was taken out,
It turned into juice,
Soul of his sand.

Did not bode the tomato
What kind of nonsense?
Thrilled his remains,
Among the porridge.