Текст песни Dee Kourtsman - Я унылый

Many-armed Shiva
I drink black beer
And throwing bottles
Ice on the pavement

All the friends took the plague
A friend went mad
And do not let yourself home
My God, my God

After all, I dull, dull
Dull I ...
Dull, dull
Dull I ...

Many-armed Shiva
I drink bitter beer
And throwing bottles
In expensive cars

I like a huge globe
But no one is dancing with me
And no one calls me
And no one likes

After all, I dull, dull
Dull I ...
Dull, dull
Dull I ...

I'm going to just barely
I do not see the bed
And when I'm in the kitchen
I come in the morning

Choking and coughing
Drink beer yesterday I
And when everything zavertitsya
I must die

Die fun, fun
Funny, I ...