Текст песни ЧпБ.Ру Руслан Ахметов - Хрен с Ним

I imagined myself with the eyes,
With the speech production apparatus,
Equipped with my brain ears,
The head placed on his shoulders.

I imagined that I have memory,
Committed by inference,
I think where to direct themselves,
If the sick seeking treatment.

I thought of myself scare nights
Right in the nightmares dream shall come,
Escaping from a circle,
Yield found in this delirium.

Instantly I thought he had woken up,
Here are the usual zadolbali world
Where walking in the direction of Paradise,
Crowds of Satan go to the banquet.

Artistically I myself confused,
Ostensibly in and out to find,
I am strong, but it is too cool.
Fuck it, let me try to pass.)