Текст песни Виктор Бахмутов - Про амёбу

The whole universe fell asleep
But to Amebe the dream will not break -
Amebe's husband changes,
And now she spares.
Do I have citizens
Worse than hydrah painted
Ile my eyes pale,
Than her.

The husband sent a letter in response:
"The kennel in you
You are developing behind, "-
And amoeba lips squeezed
Letters old breakdowns,
Explains to children small:
"I am simple, Baby,
And the same - three cells!
He, bastard, loves chic
My man.

Stop crying and sad
Need to revenge my husband
So Ameba shaped,
For yourself and for guys
Putting the poison spouse
Scounding dissolved.
And comes out, citizens,
Whether you are painted three times,
And fate on your henna
Though henna!