Lyrics Янка Дягелева - Берегись

I have to crawl ...
From the declaration of war - for all four countries,
From the spring break in all four walls
From burnt food - for all four troubles,
From the generation of evil in four black numbers.
To throw an old jacket, worn by someone before the holes ...

I have to get by ...
Without blue gloomy birds, without motley eyelashes.
Yes, to correct from ytra what happened yesterday,
Leave the wagon and continue driving
On unheated ash on a makeshift broomstick.
Span pyki in a dream so as not to fall into darkness ...

I have to change ...
A tired ritual for a deadly shell,
A squeaky style at the table for a children's cry at the corner,
Wreath of woven roses for depressive psychosis,
Psychedelic paradise with three deadbolts in a shed.

They all scream to me: "watch out ..."