Lyrics Крематорий - Лунатик
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Доктор, говорил ли я вам, что я живу на Луне?
У меня там фазенда, баня и дом с видом на Землю и Солнце.
Там у меня тишь да гладь, две мои подруги,
И я иногда люблю совершать перед сном прогулки.
А как-то раз я видел вблизи инопланетного пришельца
Он был чем-то похож на Пинк, а чем-то на Билла Гейтса.
Рвал рубаху, брызгал слюной, грозил устроить бойню,
Потом мы махнули ещё по одной, а дальше я не помню.
Может быть, мне нужен доктор Фрейд, а может доктор Геббельс?
В моей голове пульсирует свет и заедает реверс.
И я иногда вижу всё то, что ещё только будет,
Может быть, это во мне поёт Бог, а может дьявол шутит.
Так что, что со мной, что со мной, доктор?
Что, что со мной, что со мной, доктор?
Доктор, эта планета больна, доктор, с меня хватит.
Чужой и враждебной стала Земля, я теперь лунатик.
Каждую ночь я позволяю себе неземное пьянство,
Сижу на Луне с бутылкой в руке и смотрю в пространство.
Так что, что со мной, что со мной, доктор?
Что, что со мной, что со мной, доктор?
Doctor, did I tell you that I live on the moon?
I have a hacienda, a bathhouse and a house with a view of the Earth and the Sun.
There I have peace and quiet, my two friends,
And sometimes I like to take walks before bedtime.
And once I saw near an alien alien
He was something like Pink, and something like Bill Gates.
He tore his shirt, sprinkled with saliva, threatened to arrange a massacre,
Then we waved another one, and then I do not remember.
Maybe I need Dr. Freud, or maybe Dr. Goebbels?
The light pulsates in my head and the reverse seizes.
And sometimes I see everything that still will be,
Maybe God sings in me, or maybe the devil jokes.
So what is wrong with me, what's wrong with me, doctor?
What, what's wrong with me, what's wrong with me, doctor?
Doctor, this planet is sick, doctor, that's enough for me.
The Earth has become alien and hostile, I am now a sleepwalker.
Every night I allow myself unearthly drunkenness,
I sit on the moon with a bottle in my hand and look into space.
So what is wrong with me, what's wrong with me, doctor?
What, what's wrong with me, what's wrong with me, doctor?
I have a hacienda, a bathhouse and a house with a view of the Earth and the Sun.
There I have peace and quiet, my two friends,
And sometimes I like to take walks before bedtime.
And once I saw near an alien alien
He was something like Pink, and something like Bill Gates.
He tore his shirt, sprinkled with saliva, threatened to arrange a massacre,
Then we waved another one, and then I do not remember.
Maybe I need Dr. Freud, or maybe Dr. Goebbels?
The light pulsates in my head and the reverse seizes.
And sometimes I see everything that still will be,
Maybe God sings in me, or maybe the devil jokes.
So what is wrong with me, what's wrong with me, doctor?
What, what's wrong with me, what's wrong with me, doctor?
Doctor, this planet is sick, doctor, that's enough for me.
The Earth has become alien and hostile, I am now a sleepwalker.
Every night I allow myself unearthly drunkenness,
I sit on the moon with a bottle in my hand and look into space.
So what is wrong with me, what's wrong with me, doctor?
What, what's wrong with me, what's wrong with me, doctor?