Текст песни Дркин Бэнд - 19 -- Бесогон

There is a collective farm in my county,
He is not small and not great
He is like all the collective farms,
But with one such bias:

There is a flock of demons in the collective farm,
There is a shepherd Vitaly Schulller,
Early, early, early in the morning
Passs them out of the farm.

And he drives these demons
Along the ravine in a pure field
And chases them, chasing
There before dinner.

And when dinner comes,
Then shepherd Vitaly Shuller
Drive demons to the aqua
So that they drink water.

And when they got drunk,
Again drives demons in the field,
To demons in a pure field
For each other, he chased.

And then they drive them into the stall
And goes to sleep calmly
And in a dream he will dream,
How he again drives demons.

And when the shepherd is sick,
He misses and reads
Handbook on infantry
And at the same time sits

A song came up with her.
There are no words in it, only mat and saliva
And quite a little sense,
Approximately this:

On the film collective farm demons,
If the demon is unproductive
Neither wool or in meat
Neither more so in the eggs?

April 13, 1996.