Текст песни Зоопарк - Пригородный блюз

I sit in the loo and read Rolling Stone
Wreath pours moonshine in the kitchen,
Vera sleeps in the attic, although the tape recorder is yelling,
It's time to wake her up, but it will be bad manners.

It's raining the second day
You need to sleep, but sleep is lazy,
I want to smoke, but there are no cigarettes left ...
I'm afraid to sleep - I must be a coward.
There is no money, but there is the suburban blues!

Some madame calls me the third hour,
She makes me sick, not the first time
I tell her: "I hate, I do not like and I do not want!"
I say - "I am not here, I left for a doctor long ago" ...

I'm breaking my phone
I'm going to drink moonshine ...
I want to smoke, but there are no cigarettes left ...
I am afraid to think - I must be a coward.
There is no money, but there is the suburban blues!

The clock struck exactly eleven o'clock
Venechka took a bag with a container and without further ado
Put on my old mac and immediately was like that
Vera got down from the attic to cook pilaf for us.

Twenty years - like delirium
Twenty troubles - one answer
I want to smoke, but there are no cigarettes left ...
I am afraid to live - I must be a coward.
There is no money, but there is the suburban blues!