Lyrics Катя Полетаева - Какого черта

Swinging to cigan right into the sea

Running to jump right into the sky

And instead of the sky, only roofs and fences,

Instead of the sea, Polbuhanka bread.

For desperate gusts there is no time or place,

And without this problem: money, children, AIDS, sclerosis,

People go to work, sleep and knead their dough

Without thinking about the answer to a simple question

What the hell are you doing here

What the hell are you doing here

Watching, all give one,

Having placed, filming, that there are strength ...

And he leaves after that everything, why?

Why, after all, he did not ask for all.

With a frying pan in the teeth, and in delicate fingers of cute hands

Broke into parts and drinking the river tears

Announced for a minute - look around

And ask yourself such a simple question

Watch how the light passes through the greens

Best to the cherished path ...

Well, around - impassable darkness,

Canning cans, cigarettes, sawdust,

So circle around the fire blinded by bright light,

Only the wind is yours, and the caustic smoke is all marked in the nose ...

I do not know how to answer, how can I be with a simple answer,

That brought to answer the rhetorical question