Текст песни Виселица - Когда принесут мой гроб

When will bring my coffin,
The dog barks home
And his wife a kiss on the forehead,
And then bury me.
Muffled banging the ground,
It will close yellow clay,
And it will be no longer the gentleman,
Who referred to himself as I am.
This gentleman in a bowler hat,
With clipped mustache.
He often sat between us
Or drink in the corner.
He was born and then killed,
Then I love,
Then, bored,
Then he played,
Then he wrote,
Then he died.
I do not know how he was called by name
And what made his way.
One less. You and I do not care.
It is all a long time to say goodbye.
When will bring my coffin,
The dog barks home
And his wife a kiss on the forehead,
And then bury me.
Muffled banging the ground,
It will close yellow clay,
And there will be the gentleman,
Who called himself: I ...