Текст песни Сергей Кюне - Босяк поёт

I don't know quarters, octaves, or sizes
No sections, no tempos, no thirds.
I just hear my heart fluttering
That runs stumbling from the cold

Commas, dashes, dashes and spaces,
Kilohertz ripping the melody.
And neither in tune, nor in a hit, anyhow, where it fell,
Sounds scatter throughout the city.

Leisya-spill crazy soul!
You can't fit in your body!
I will sweep youth up to a penny
And I will go barefoot proud!

My heels have collected all the fence designs
And the splinters live in them like in a hut.
And on the street the closest
They will become monuments on the square.

There is no limit to the canine, wandering expanses,
Where no one knows either praise or reproaches,
Where a prickly cold hunger warms us,
Concealing from unnecessary arrogance.

Leisya-spill crazy soul!
You can't fit in your body!
I will sweep youth up to a penny
And I will go barefoot proud!