Текст песни БЫДЛОЦЫКЛ - Печаль одинокого Паустовского

Lone Paustovsky
loved to grieve.
He took a paternal pussy
and sadly fiddling ...

Sometimes he fucked a cat
sometimes kicked a puppy ...
The rain was dripping outside the window
longing tormented the soul ...

Sometimes he shook the mountain ash
and in the garden he caught moles ...
There was a fool half
although overall was healthy.

Sometimes he went to the bathhouse
washed his hairy ass.
I remembered how I fucked a woman
very many years ago.

Sometimes in a dream he was falling asleep
sometimes could not sleep ...
Sometimes he managed
even write a poem!

He lived in a small hut
often angry at fate ...
He died with the thought that he was Pushkin ...
Or a cockatoo bird ...