Текст песни пчеловеческий индюк - очередное нудное

Fourth hour of the night
Alas, you can’t sleep
You spread your arms
Fly like a bird

You open the shutters
Let the winter wind in
Flutter like snow
Today at dawn

We are so naive people
Fools are unprecedented
About what worries us
We only speak to the wind
And the psychoanalyst will talk about the problem, without thinking about what, he will kill all these things ..

Do you think about tomorrow
Forgetting things today
Don't sell value
Don't think about work

Blind melodrama, no dilemma
We are all right,
And adult problems
From a world without style
Slaves of foreign traditions
Put on hoods and merge with your herd