Текст песни Дай дaрогу - Без пятнадцати четыре

Without fifteen four.
I walk around the apartment.
One, two, three, four, five,
Something I want to devour.
And my mother cooks porridge

And everything continues every day from year to year.
Airplanes are flying in the sky, the plant stinks.
Pockets and moan: Put right now

On Pivas, to Wateras and on Gandzhubas.
We are still on kefir
Smooth access to pivas
must be right now