Текст песни Фёдоров Олег - Маленькое Дело

Little business
Lacked body
Heads with hands
Thoughts with sails,

Songs about pirates,
Compass and maps.
To children in the book
Seen not figs.

Small business
Without soul and body
Somehow awkward
Slapped on puddles.

Brigi and frigates
Swang to blame
Under glass eyes
In the sea of the monitor.

Thing
The memory creaked
I was looking for everything, who
Suddenly, he will help him.

Here is a boy,
Sailboat armpit.
Where did you come from?
Internet broke!