Текст песни Веня Дркин - Бесимся

We are having a crazy game

Four pykes and four legs

Under the prickly misfortune and under the hot stream

For the reason of longing and under the pretext of a line.

Our duet is causeless revenge

Paranoic nonsense: do not scream, do not scream.

Awkward story: dragging you to clean sheets

A terrible answer to a beautiful question.
Hail:

We rage, rage, rage under the new

Month, month, month. Drafting

Mill, mill, mill still

Spins, spins, spins ...

Looking at the window will not pray, will not close ...

You and I are guests of nothingness;
In the forgetfulness of warmth and under the warmth of pustota.
In the morning, tap water begins,
The curse is the coming of the day - the worst trouble.
Here we are in the heat of war.
We are not a word in return, we are not a word on loan.
Cigarette lights, but at last tea ...
Half an hour before spring ... the departing tram ...
chorus.