Текст песни торговцы музыкой - вымой посуду

from early morning
wash the dishes sounded
and is heard here and there
in each corner apartments
as thought oppressive
(That until things)
under the ceiling high
(Kinks but reproaches)
do not reach
not get
not grasp
the possibility of transformation into a bird
but I'm tired
to your favorite shade
pillows forsaken
amid shabby blankets
staring silently
important not to indulge
overshadowed
everywhere scurrying sauce
plates spoon-fork
knives
under water and
detergent
fenced say
calibratable to faith
by Xu and on the other hand
pan
neither here nor there
and pans slept
a couple of minutes before the start of
puffing pot
by boiling a lot of good
wet floor
pressure not shutochen
patience ripped
viscous and sticky tree
went to the forest
I hope that then forget
with a bottle of sherry
but like a cry from everywhere
you washed the dishes
I ask you, we
you washed the dishes