Текст песни вертушка газманова - незнайка на земле

I don’t know on earth
not on the moon. we
know no more than
must know at all.
and everyone seems to be happy -
your worries, everyday life,
home, work, dreams,
everything boils in the pot.
dripping from the ceiling
water is pouring in my ears
believe a word to those
who lies to us - no problem.
why and for what
poking around in shit
when it is easy
rot in a comfortable prison?
I see glaciers -
pulls to swim for buoys.
but the coastal patrol
gives a suck. poke
pieces of paper in the terminal,
pay for starch
sit locked up
a wilderness rattle in the chest.
entertainment wagon
expands the pen.
overtaking is news,
wild rush sings a song.
scattered in the corners
all the accumulated trash.
just took off
but buried himself in the barrier.

the earth is not round - the earth is flat.
or still not? where is the correct answer?
I find the necessary info under the boards
clogged closet called internet.

I don’t know on earth
not on the moon. we
know no more than
must know at all.
and everyone seems to be happy -
your worries, everyday life,
home, work, dreams,
everything boils in the pot.
dripping from the ceiling
water is pouring in my ears
believe a word to those
who lies to us - no problem.
why and for what
poking around in shit
when it is easy
rot in a comfortable prison?