Текст песни Мертвые дельфины - Скука

I miss, come to tea,
we will drink hot vodka,
sing at the top of one's voice
for the dead on the field
nameless heroes.
come to drink, you see,
but there is an excuse.
I miss, I'm dying in me
trust in people,
it will no longer be,
and even the breasts of a friend
like a rainbow-arc
do not please my hands.
I'm dying of boredom,
my bones lose calcium
under a storm of applause,
and I'm dying of boredom
tell me about the future,
whether as a graph of the Kaleostro,
You see, I'm bored with baldness
your tongue with seasonings spicy,
and steel invisibility to death
I'll slice your hair ...
Be sure,
for each chorus
my voice will suffice.
I watch the fire devour the world,
whose weak hands,
he was frightened, did not resist
and accepted submissively the last torments.
I'm looking at this end of the world
and I'm dying of boredom.
my bones lose calcium
under a storm of applause,
and I'm dying of boredom ...