Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Нетопырь

Flying flying mouse over wet roofs,
Over wet roofs
Flying Flying Muse
From vodka from Kish Mish
Completely thump.

Two zombies looked into my Duhan.
With empty pocket
What kind of nerd?
They asked for a glass of borrow.
Wai, Alkashi.

On the roof of the crypt sits the Romanian Prince.
It does not turn to it.
And then teeth varn.
He lost his pants.
What a disgrace...

Two Valkalaka to eat one sock.
Without bread and salt.
And every very angry.
That old was a goat.
I knew him.

Jackal lousy chain in the bushes Brenchal,
Rumbled, pounded,
And every nonsense shouted.
I threw bricks
And silence...

Night flight on rusty kocherga.
Drafts in the brain.
Nifiga invisible.
Finish chase snowstorm.
I want to go home.