Текст песни Волчица и Новолуние - Про Дракошу

Little Drakosha and his drug addict friend
They tore their veins with a rusty needle.
Flew into the blue sky, forgetting your name,
And then it happened to them
Everything that was not with me.

And they wanted something that makes them sad:
Either bullets, or vodka, or a fabulous distance.

Little Drakosha and his drug addict friend
They were looking for the philosophical stone of being.
Not found - it doesn't matter, it was just very scary,
Because at this time
I was not around.

And they wanted something that makes them sad:
Either bullets, or vodka, or a fabulous distance.

Little Drakosha and his drug addict friend
I was not taught to think and love
Since they themselves did not know how to do anything except bed,
Besides a full glass,
Except the unwillingness to live.

And they wanted something that makes them sad:
Either bullets, or vodka, or a fabulous distance.