Текст песни Виктор Афелин - Ночное желание

There is an hour on the hands of the quiet night,
It is high time for me to sleep.
In the deep darkness my bed
But in it I do not close my eyes.

It is not the thoughts of life that drive sleep.
Light interferes with no excitement,
Not heart pains overshadow
One condom is to blame!

More precisely, a condom dog.
Not tired of, bitch, howl!
Now I would shoot him,
The owner - with a butt in the nose.

Or maybe a bullet in the mouth too?
And what will the law do to me?
I'll explain the fit to the jury -
Of course the people will understand.

For citizens I will be ideal!
Let them take autographs,
Or maybe they will form a cult ...
But the main thing is that I sleep!