Текст песни Умка и Бро - Рай Для Инвалидов

I walk into your apartment, rented coat
I look at your face, there's something wrong
We are familiar twenty years,
I was first in your party
Your wife is an angel, bakes cakes
Children rush to the kitchen to read us poems
How are you always a little sick,
but it is a trifle

Himself an artist, a portrait of himself
Laid his skeleton protorchal your verse
Forgot your secret navidalsya species
You saw different edge and the last edge
Hell, artificial paradise
And that was in paradise,
a paradise for people with disabilities

A paradise for people with disabilities

You spit it sky above
Raised this land with one hand
There was a soldier in the field, fought the war
Dire Straits on the radio, a bag of grass
Here's your Arcadia, Elysium your
You were taken into the Valhalla alive
earned rest

A paradise for people with disabilities