Lyrics Янка Дягилева - Мне придётся отползать

I have to crawl away
From declaring war on all four strings,
From narrow-minded spring to all four walls,
From burnt food for all four troubles,
From the generation of evil into four black numbers ...

Throw an old uniform, rubbed by someone to holes ...

I will have to manage
Without blue gloomy birds, without motley eyelashes,
Yes, forward in the morning, which did not work out yesterday,
Leave the dirty car and continue the transfer
On an unfrozen ash on a homemade broomstick,
Spread out your arms in a dream, so as not to stumble in the darkness ...

I will have to exchange
Bored of ritual on a deadly projectile,
A creaky chair at the table at a children's cry around the corner,
Wreath from the confused roses on a depressive psychosis,
Psychedelic paradise for three bolts in the barn ...
Everyone screams to me - Beware!
Everyone screams to me - Beware!