Текст песни Борис Панкин - В час ночи лег и умер до семи

one in the morning and lay dead and seven
then again as you want but arise
at low level until autumn tang
forward and with a song

to leave in early September
when the season in the Crimea and in Koktebel
Paradise happen in short
for two weeks

here and now the city heat
no escape from the air conditioner
in the office and the subway in the morning
shakes nerves

Now here you go through this slurry
through this haze dreyfuesh snuloy fish
Why not think why you're here
Statement on the death of

Why do you need all this mess
the farther away the stupid and useless
these fluctuations of the mind
forward and with a song

aimlessly die every night
pointless to nag like Scourge
in the morning but remember there are magical region
where everything else