Блюз свиньи в ушах

When I was alive,
I was like a smoke,
And the smoke of the six snow was then too young ;
In blue rocks
I fell up ,
While God zёleny
In the blink of centuries themselves looking for ...

I returned home,
And the corpse of my favorite
He asked me : & quot; What you did when you were alive ? & Quot;
I knew the secret :
My brother skeleton
He confessed to me once ,
That has long been the world it is not.

You hear me -
The ears have a pig ;
You do not understand what I 'm singing you this ;
But there is a flower,
And there's the sand ,
And what a flower in the sand -
You do not have to understand the coffin boards !