Текст песни Василий К. - Десятый день дождя

The tenth day it pours, it rains
Water got to my window
My friends, one by one,
Disappeared somewhere, she remained

She promised to look here at 5
Already 7, it is not and is not.
And on the first day of the rain, we walked under an umbrella.
And water hastily washed off our trail.

On the fifth day under my window
The corpse of a peasant with a swollen face
On the sixth day on the rooftops
Crawled hundreds of half-dead cats
On the seventh day, again
A diver tried to enter me
And on the eighth day trouble struck
Water got into a bottle of alcohol
But it's not scary, here is a robbery
When she gets into the grass box

And then from bubbling
Water depths
There are shadows disgusting octopus
And monstrous fish ...

The water rose higher
It was the ninth day of the rain

And here I am alone. She's not here
She probably already died
I chew through wet bread
In the mouth smokes raw & quot; Arrow & quot;
Tomorrow I'll ram my raft.
And move on this water - forward
Spit on the rain, let it go
Get to the heart of the octopus -
And that's all.

Does the sprut have a heart?
Or maybe instead of the heart - a stone?