Текст песни Иваси - Ностальгия

The pipe sways with a breechmark,
The state land is torn under the window.
I love my government apartment so much
At least five hundred next to them, like mine.

Ah, where is that glorious house three miles from the road,
Sticking out with a shallow stump in the untouched forest? ..
The house where everyone is greeted on the doorstep
Which will never be demolished according to plan.

There are no door eyes and no keyholes,
Just mold in the corners in all four
Gluttonous stove - do not take out from soot,
And the light is barely behind the bull bubble.

Ah, there isn’t that housing safer and freer,
Dance, fistula, scream - no one, no, no.
After all, below the floor there are only devils in the underworld,
And behind the wall, owls and goblin ones.

Why do I love the government apartment so much
Reverently respecting public rights,
So loyally strive for official landmarks,
Treasury language distorting words ...
Treasury language distorting words ...