Текст песни Роман в стихах - Люди, колыбели, могилы

Locked - the shutter on the door.
For a year I did not humble my passions,
Washed down, I drink, like alcohol, aspirin.
Measurement - get me a bucket.
Rabbi, I have defiled myself ...
Yes, Mom, your son is an evil conman ...
In the temple - I loved the world.
Houses - blue ballerinas.
Toma, my grandmother, honey,
Remember, remember feather feathers?
So, in my wings rapiers.
It hurts, the chest burns, a hundred piggy banks.
At home, show me a censer
To life-trouble passed.
Tears like a leaky bottom
How much, how much faith blasphemed ...
People, cradles, graves ...
People, cradles, graves ...