Текст песни Браин, Джерри, Дэн назгул - Над помойкой

A raven flies over the trash
And in the front door a little peasant reads Georges Simenon.
I'm standing on the street, I don’t give a damn about the frost.
My boots are on fur, and my jacket is on cotton.
I could tell you what happened to me yesterday.
But I can’t draw either an elephant or a mare.
And by the way, I don’t have to draw.
Five minutes later, my love will return here.
ABOUT! And it starts ...

I’d better tell you what nature is.
And why are we all so dependent on the time of year.
Or just sing a lullaby song.
I’ll arrange you myself with pastel paint.
The wind from the north blows cold and sharp.
And under the snow are eucalyptus trees and Christmas trees.
Migratory birds have long been in the south.
The little bear in the den lays down to sleep.
ABOUT! I can’t sleep ...