федор фланер - Хоровод - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

and thin muscles are not designed to work

little happiness

smoke dope and sleep for several hours

in a room without windows

in a multi-room kennel

while time passes

like a beggar child

past the former Hagia Sophia

passed a homeless man thinking about drinking himself

past me sitting on a piece of cardboard waiting for a taxi

in the center of a hangout city consisting of a barbershop, hotel, metro

and European model of roads

pay for everything, pay for what they bring

these days are populated by thick human pus

hold your stomach if there is something aching in your guts

endure, avoiding other people's puddles of vomit, pour sweat and wine on a T-shirt with a Bukowski print on a stuffy evening

roll another one into OSB paper

and get out to the sea

arm in arm with a Russian-speaking girl

or a prostitute from Taksim Square

unceremoniously climb under both of their skirts

or further into your panties

this evening to be preoccupied with a primate,

but this is not enough when you are only a quarter healthy

dip your fingers into the pulsating organ

lick them like jam strictly along the contour

meet the round dance of sewer rats and the uprising of the drowned

like the first snow that cooled the holidaymakers

like a yellow sheet of notebook forgotten and crumpled

like the first verse born at night