People
I'm scared of toddlers, i'm scared of dead,
I'm palpating my face, i'm feeling dread.
No! It can not be for real!
Am I the same as all these people?
People who live on floor above,
People who live on floor below,
People who snore behind the wall,
People who live covered by soil.
I would give away plenty for pair of wings,
I would give away plenty for having tree eyes,
For arm that has fourteen fingers,
I need for breathing another gas.
They have salty tears and edgy joy,
Nothing is ever enough for all,
They love seeing their faces in yellow press
But next morning pulp sinks in water closets
People who give birth for new people,
People who daily suffer from anguish,
People who shoot another people
Although who can't consume unsalted dishes
They would give away plenty for pair of wings,
They would give away plenty for having thee eyes,
For arm that has fourteen fingers,
They need for breathing another gas.
перевод песни: Юрий Заика
