Текст песни Иван Абрамов - о роке и колыбельных Сплина сыну

Sleep soon as the crows silently at the grave
Sleep more than an eighth-grader after a dose of heroin
Sleep faster than the homeless sleep in the winter in a box
Sleep son, sleep as quietly as grandpa in a hearse,
As a legless near rails (Dad, I sleep, but not sing!)
May you dream (Dad, do not!)
How the devil comes to pray (Dad, please!)
As the morning nosilnik (this is a dream, it's just a dream)
Sharpens your file (Our Father, who art in heaven ..)
As legless putana (Dad on the count of three I shoot)
Sleep (time) sleep (two) sleep (pdysch)
Blood gushes so that the floor is not visible
Son killed the star of rock 'n' roll