Текст песни Янка Дягилева - Мне придётся отползать

I have to crawl
A declaration of war on all four strings ,
From the narrow-minded spring in all four walls ,
By burnt food for all four of trouble,
From the generation of evil in four black numbers ...

Throw the old uniform, rubbed someone up holes ...

I have to do
Without gloomy blue birds, without motley eyelashes
Yes ferry in the morning, that did not happen yesterday,
Leave a dirty car and continue to stage
According to still hot from previous ash on a makeshift broom
Spread out his hands in a dream , so as not to stumble in the darkness ...

I will have to exchange
Ostochertevshie ritual to deadly projectile ,
Squeaky chair at the table on a child's cry around the corner,
Wreath of roses tangled on depressive psychosis,
Psychedelic paradise on three bolt into the barn ...
I do not cry - Beware !
I do not cry - Beware !