Lyrics Пойманные Муравьеды - Миллионы, марадонна

a day to meet a buoyant stranger
under the left shoulder-blade fell the sun
control snow in the back of the head
household masochism of empty bottles
my necrorealism: December-dash-May
and in June the trams ring - get up!
it's time to smoke and drink alcohol
`pain` in my transcription` sing`
millions, maradonna
I smoke the sky on the balcony
and below on the "hugo boss"
pimps Latinos

my colored little deaths
by midday he recovered by two-thirds
I type the truth in `x-files` - somewhere there
caries paste `forest balsam`
crisps with paprika Saturday fingers
who with whom in the Griboedov dances waltzes
the main thing to remember: a condom!
lost, lost the thread .. what's the motive there?
millions, maradona ..