Текст песни the Chemodan - Весенняя тема

On the square had long been in the wood,
I read on the background of the carpet.
And long-lost to me the difference -
Maundy Thursday or Friday dirty.

Squander the work, the mood of spring
Nervous Saturday, Palm Sunday.
Again, to live up to the environment and to fill the esophagus
Ten percent of something, or a hundred and nothing.

And the days go by, one after another
And every sledushchy no worse than the one that followed.
Full mouth to smile sitting on a bomb
When death is already among the zombies.

By Thursday, again in the media show
Ordinary psycho in tin foil hat.
Do not laugh at children, rejoicing as if a miracle
That spring has come, again shit everywhere.

But only one thing is certain, as long as
Compress the hand mike from Friday to Thursday.
It will be said not about me, it remained Dehua
With a handful of pills, not to drive off.

Even people not surprise non-format,
Where we lead a broken browser?
Just not back, I do not believe it
But how to get rid of a neighbor with a drill?

Or a hammer - it is unpleasant
Again screaming obscenities: bitch, just not back.
It's true - I hate her loving
The reports about the loonies recognize myself more often.

(Chorus 2x)
Where it flies, melts
All stiffer beard, everything patched spring.
Let kameneet neck from blows to the larynx
Let the children grow up, patch up all spring.