Текст песни Юрек Якубов и Улица Курзу - Как к занавеске

How mole flies to the curtain
As a flooring breaks up the mouse.
In darkness, annezol gaps under the ceiling
And in the kitchen, the kettle hides rusty side rusty side.
In shoes grew bitter moss,
And for the trumpem, reeds flourished.

Nail sees the wheel in dust,
Kamaz Svitka cares for surprise.
Along the Dark Forest tract,
And at night, Kuchera stores only a sleepy horse -
You are not confused
Do not miss the last sigh.

I have a ridiculous dove
And stuck in the fog somewhere.
Someone quietly knocked me on his forehead,
But I did not notice the faces.

Boo! Fest.25.08.2012. Moscow