Текст песни Летчик - 03. Грязь

In a T-shirt and shorts on the cold floor,

In the pasted concrete corner

I fill the wounds, but the songs are all angry,

I, the fool, tried to make people kind!

 

And what am I and what do I want? -

I am dirt on the side of the road in a dream!

 

Leather collar in the advertisement of love,

Wet pillow, nightmarish dreams,

For children's dreams, for bread and for salt

Frustration, resentment and pain!

 

I went through the woods from the edge to the edge,

I heard prayers, snot and barking,

But only one thing I can not understand:

Why do the wonders in the country have a fool?