Текст песни Ремонт Воды - Попик и сачок

Popik dropped the censer,
The bell howled in fear
I was conceived and born
From a wolf cub and an owl.

Raised the bas-relief on the house
Living, and could
Not confusing anatomy
Keep the lock behind your back.

Respecting everything great,
I was in debt to a small one,
And hunted with knives
behind a beetle on the ceiling.

I found a tractor under the tree
I admired them sadly
Water swimming floundering
Now in the workers, now in the peasants.

I believed. I beat heads with eagles
I spent the sun on a burn
All the melodies bawled
If you cut your hair - under the pot.

He loved silence in roosters,
And fearfulness from the fox,
Together with the tractor at night
He brought them jellied meat.

I kissed their beaks strong,
I cleaned the feathers with a knife
And sat on a stool
As dignified as a Borjom.

Cocks tickle me
The body was stroked with a large
They fell asleep on the elbow,
Having completed the shaky perches.

I sat more important than the knight,
And with a flashing sword
Driven away killers from them
Very polite, moreover.

Life was good
Between reality and sleep
History in a ditch
On the bypass route.

My net is so full of holes
Butterflies love alone
Jumping grasshoppers on the grass,
And the spring sways.

Will be the reflected wind
Command until the morning
And will fail like a wife
In a double bed.

Carefree sound
To the jubilant ligature.
I wrote, I was read,
You fought for the past.

Black men
They brought black tea
And she treated the grasshoppers
From the swinging locusts.

Everything is sniffed and eaten
Through the fields where the shadow rolls.
We woke up and for this
We have breakfast in the afternoon.