Lyrics Рудольф Страусов - Смерть уволили на днях

The thirteenth hour - a dumb parrot like a fish
Fifteenth hour - she braids braids
Sixteenth hour - she puts on her robe
Seventeenth hour - she is already in a hurry to work
Again in a circle, again in the eighteenth hour
Repeated again and again and again
She woke up again, was going to work again
Day after day, year after year
The seventeenth hour day passed fleetingly
But somehow the nineteenth hour arrived
Nineteenth hour - she solves crosswords
Twenty-first hour - again she looks out the window and
Smokes cigarettes, setting fire to zip and
Wiping away tears, remembering all the dead
She was fired the other day - now it’s not interesting, in this life she already has no place
And there was a salary and wine
Always hungry on her body and slept alone
In the twenty-first century there is no hope left
Millions of city wandering dead people
Without eyes, without brains, without feelings
Without myself, without shadows, without soul
Without eyes, without brains, without feelings
Without myself, without shadows, without soul