Текст песни Plum Bum - 08 -- Радио

The captain moored his airship to our ledge tonight
I brought out two bottles for the crew and some tobacco
Then he drove it even to the wine stand.
How good - they drink at the top and we drink at the bottom.

Etc. Radio. Radio. The wave is worried, and we, fucked up, are calm.
Radio. Radio. To the khan's receiver, we smoke on the balcony.

He has grown older this year and began to grumble more at the impossible wind,
The fact that everything around is no longer the same, and everything around is no longer the same.
I silently wrinkle the torn state sign in my pocket.
The state sign, like me, has not gotten anything for a long time.

Etc. Radio. Radio. The wave is worried, and we, fucked up, are calm.
Radio. Radio. To the khan's receiver, we smoke on the balcony.