Текст песни Последний Пионер - Зима

When you lie in your bed
Covered in a flannel blanket
A mug of hot coffee is smoking
And the show is boring.
And outside the window, the third day of a blizzard,
And minus twenty and only drunk
Decide to go out, like to Calvary,
Walking the dog would kill a bitch!
And even the hand that you reach for the mug
You perceive it indifferently.
Leave the temple with sheets and blankets?
There is no forgiveness for her! Let him die in agony.
A vibration bug under the pillow.
Are you calling your bosses or clients?
And this is at noon, on a personal, Wednesday!
Fuck everyone! Would kill, bitch!
And the veil is damp before our eyes.
The doctor can easily spot the hangover
And I didn’t drink and don’t care that it’s crumpled
What a fume, and not sleeping for a day.
Surely the sausage is bad
Or the wife mixed in a potion.
I am Jesus, crucified on the couch
Winter, January, I hate, bitches.