Текст песни Запредельное небо - Они надоели мне

They are fed up with me,
They prevent me from living.
They are similar to ink stains
But no powder they are not washed away.
The first time I saw them in the hallway
They ran on a plinth,
Singing the infamous blues,
I invented myself.

I called firefighters and police officers,
If they were waste paper -
I would have called the Pioneers.
They cut my phone -
I went to score 03
But when I go outside -
They locked me up inside.

Doctor, they are fed up with me,
They prevent me from living.
Yesterday I caught one on TV
And I tried to sew.
But the needle was too small,
A wheel at the bottom left.
And now, Doctor, I'm sitting in front of you repeating -
& Quot; They are fed up with me! & Quot;

(C) 1995 Beyond the sky