Текст песни Веня Д'ркин - Бесимся

You and I are crazy game
Four arms and four legs
Under a prickly misfortune and under a hot stream,
For the cause of longing yes under the pretext of the line.

Our duet is causeless revenge
Paranoic nonsense: do not sing, do not read.
Clumsy plot: dragging in clean sheets
A dirty answer to a beautiful question.

We rage, rage, rage under the new
Month, month, month. Hottie
Mill, mill, mill still
Turns around, turns around, turns around.
 
He who looks out the window will not pray, will not disown.
  
You and I are guests of nothingness;
In the oblivion of warmth and under the warmth of emptiness.
Early morning tap water,
The curse is approaching the day - the worst disaster.

Here we are under the gun of war.
We are not a word in return, we are not a word on loan.
Lights of cigarettes, yes, the last time tea.
Half an hour until spring. outgoing tram.