Текст песни Beketova.k - я вышла за булкой хлеба

It was eerily boring -
ordinary miserable Tuesday.
Life ran silently ,
I not pleased , even a lover .

On the window flowers withered ,
a kitchen with broadcast television .
In all the fish are dead bank.
The ceiling seemed to me low.

Janitor shkryabal frozen puddles ,
and the guitar sounded dry.
There is no escape from this cold :
My life seems to me flour.

I'm tired of it all .
And after leaving his native abode ,
I went out for a loaf of bread ,
and I took it and went
to St. Petersburg.