Wake up, shake, get a hangover and get drunk
And in the morning vomit, hangover and get drunk.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
The habit of growing old, a vocation to breathe
Science to hate, genius to survive.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
Heads belly with ideas, coffins,
Universes filled with cretins, slaves.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
The spring burst, the mechanism went off.
Where is my hut, independent communism?
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
Mice in a drive, cigarette butts in a snuffbox
In the planetary sobering-up station - the last berserkers.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
Heart grows wild, fist turns to stone
In my soul, a black flag is burning with a black flame.
So - ... for all this,
And on ... along the pipe.
... for all this,
And on ... along the pipe.
... for all this,
And on ... along the pipe.
... for all this,
And on ... along the pipe.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
... for all this,
And into the sky through the pipe.
Fuck it all ...
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Words and music - Egor Letov