Текст песни Борис Рыжий - Больничная тара, черника

Hospital containers, blueberries
golubeyut alcohol and water.
The old man that tried Amalric
Tagil in the district court,
hurdy-gurdy toothless again
Turns, shame, damn:
You know, guys, this?
We do not know and do not want to know.
He died abroad Amalric,
unknown in the United States turned down.
Then the carpenter, taxi driver and fireman,
and your living soul.

Life bastard in purple uniform,
walking light and easy,
but there is a loneliness in the world
and the death of the Leaky tights.
Ventilated chamber
foliage flies out the window.
From morning until lights-out guys
play bingo, dominoes.
From these names, believe me,
neither cold nor hot.
Judge, you forget about death,
that looking over your shoulder.