Текст песни Фиолетовый пёс - Песенка о беспорядке

Build four walls
At least from what you can find
From the broken shoe shoes and quiet pins
Now you can easily
Add words to unknown language
Inappropriate bubbles in an unknown concrete

Draw circles on water
On Saturday morning come back back
Pray with an idiotic habit of everything around to explain
Look in cold ashes
You can immediately put on the table
And no words will disappear from habits to live
Let's give here our special mess
You will laugh
But so we will be much warm

All that remains in your hands
Now flies into a open door
To whom to leave the tired collar without PSA
And you can search again
And spend the night on a pile
Early in the morning wake up and pushed her eyes
On those who brought here
Your special burdak
You did not go frightened
And in the world it became more fun