Lyrics Янка Дягилева - Мне все кричат берегись

I have to crawl away
From declaring war on all four strings
From narrow-necked Spring to all four walls
From burnt food for all four troubles
From the generation of evil in four black numbers
Throw an old uniform rubbed by someone to holes ...

I have to get by
Without blue birds of prey, without paznosherestnyh hand,
Yes, transfer from ytpa that did not work out in the past,
Leave the waggon and continue the peregon
On an unfrozen ash on a homemade broomstick,
Paskin 'pyki in a dream, so as not to hesitate in the darkness ...

I have to apply
Distinguished obverse to the spontaneous outbreak,
Skpipychy styl at the table at the children's crisis for a corner,
Wreath from the spilled poz on depressive psychosis,
Psychedelic pai on the three bars in the sar ...
To me all crap - Be careful!
To me all crap - Be careful!