Текст песни Голимые Долбоёбы - Про Панка и Фею

I woke up one night punk and looked out the window,
And outside the window, winter, nishtyak, and not at all dark.
There, foxes walk around the window, all bogged down.
Punk was frankly surprised, thought: "Fuck, generally .."
And owls were flying there too, kittens were jumping in the snow,
A punk with his unshaven mug
Frozen, rooted, stuck to the window.
I got a couple of hundred punk, I went for a beer slowly
And he met the fairy gateway, she inaudibly, quietly walked.
Punk froze, just like a pillar, speechless
In his brain, punk rock played with a slant on metal.
Since then no one has seen him, he has disappeared into silence,
Perhaps he went to the place where they sing songs about spring.