Текст песни Shit Happiness и Федул Жадный - В Пьяной Драке

Morning street side of the road .
And it is like sleeping, stretched out his legs
A middle-aged years , do not understand what you will wear .

In a drunken brawl , late at night ,
When all is dopit ,
He crawled to the lawn
And there threw hoof

Run by stray dogs ,
The first rays of the sun lick dustbins.
Foreign cars as a succession of Indian cakes
On the highway as the water and lies beside the road