Текст песни Эллис band - Риэлтор

I plant, the tree plants,
Smiling.
I am walking, walking over Moscow,
Stumbling

Where will the last step be
I will die like a donkey.
Where will the last step be
I will die like a donkey.

And my poor uncle is a realtor
Smoking pipe
And of course I am very,
Loves very much

I walk up, I walk up to the mirror,
Reflecting.
I can't see, I can't see anything,
Admiring.

Treating guests.
Everything was washed to the bone.
Treating guests.
Everything was washed to the bone.

And my poor uncle is a realtor
Smoking pipe
And of course I am very,
Loves very much.

And my poor uncle is a realtor
Smoking pipe
And of course I am very,
Loves very much.

I'm knocking, knocking on your door,
Freezing.
Without a flat cake from a warm tandoor,
I'm starving.

Forgive brother,
You are afraid to disappear into hell.
Forgive brother,
You are afraid to disappear into hell.

And my poor uncle is a realtor
Smoking pipe
And of course I am very,
Loves very much.

And my poor uncle is a realtor
Smoking pipe
And of course I am very,
Loves very much.