Текст песни Строго Странный - Мёртвые души

I did not have a rich dad, I did not have a rich brother,
Everything would be nothing but to survive at least a share of talent,
And while everyone here merged into the Lyut Ander Ground,
I handed over to the round I as if the car was gaining speed and drove.

Autumn, it became fashionable to write about feelings,
Mass birds flew to the south all
And here I am such a half to the edge of sadness,
I love and sing everything ...

And do not find me to the way out without you ...
Where are you my favorite ...
Maybe it is also sad, but there is a solid terrarium,
I tell you the guy wounded the mind but throwing the tail ourselves ...

I have nowhere to go,
And now it does not fight with a frequency of 8 hertz my heart!
And let's feed, train and dress,
Clean your carcass, and she all buy from China ...

I sick soul, notice exactly what you have no long ago,
On the middle finger, the ring, see, God will come with you ...

Lord to save and save their nyashny souls,
They are so funny, just all such dules ...
All such necessary, all such important,
But Santa would ask the Kalashnikov machine ...