Текст песни Хроники Пикирующего Бомбардировщика - Среди кровавых реалий нескончаемого ноября

Among the endless bloody realities of November
Lightly dissolving the mind remains in a cheap whiskey
Something to stupor silly saying aloud
Provincial budding actress,

Ostensibly suck itself Dodin,
Stub goby in unfinished neighbor & quot; & quot ;, Sauze
voluptuously whole Komsomol badge
And pulls & quot; & quot ;. Mauser

Bartender flows along the front, the waiters turn into wallpaper,
Rotten whore moaning from desire to give ...

Here's my line-holder!
Here you have a ticket to the final station,

On which, however, no one will welcome ...
What do you say? Family? Children?
Yes, I have the train garbage!
But I never have the answer.
THERE IS ONLY MY REVOLUTIONARY & quot; I & quot ;!

And yet, Wipe your snot and hang a sign at the entrance,
So, they say, and so, today, here and not somewhere,
It is possible, according to the latest fashion,
Vodyary snack roasted corpse of the poet!