Текст песни Furymo - Средь собачьих стай

Amid the dog flocks at night in Moscow,
In a shaved head I scribbled poems.
The middle of the rot from daily cares,
How lazy cat between agile rats
Far and I climbed down into itself.
Walked, gliding on the ice, fell and lay
Look escorted dance snow masses.
Listening to jazz sirens and again slid ...
Beggar voice, drank the night air.
In robe full of holes. With a dirty beard.
By walking trail. Tearfully mumbled,
That long ago tired of thinking than to breathe,
Frighten sinners, peace to twist the feet,
Ships sink, fry the city
Sow illness in herds, so inspiring them,
What holy triptych is eternal and strong ...
Went beyond the horizon, muttering under his breath,
Soar drunken beggar God.