Текст песни Радик Тюлюш - Дунеки чаъс

The edge of Chern is dark,
Cloudy on Monday.
The crescent moon
Don't scratch the pancreas.
It's just a matter of time
Your customs, your harvests
You've made it, you bastard,
Mungaraanz stands guard.

Kojumaa:
Yesterday's brain, brain tumor,
When he arrived yesterday,
Songam came to suck the black,
"Let's go," you shout,
You will shout.

My brain, my brain,
The dust of the Seen is crowded:
Dune came, sobbing,
You go in the morning.
Wrap your arms around me,
The weeping of the rock
Shimeen-daash chok listened and wrapped,
I'd like a pair of sneakers.