| Sew me, mother, socks from the nineties | 
| After all, on the night shift I have to work again | 
| I am a palm-fringed crazy island | 
| And the fruits on the palm trees are the years lived | 
| And there are so many oceans around | 
| Washing my shore meticulously - | 
| Childhood yard went under water too soon | 
| Rented living space remained afloat | 
| I look at the Moscow Ring Road constellation at night | 
| And it seems to me - I will be happy too: | 
| Someday the salary will be big | 
| I will find a wife and we will add up the salaries | 
| We fly to Rome, and there at the same time | 
| With its streets we will plunge into the evening | 
| Alleys will be in the role of a variable | 
| In an equation where the city is eternal | 
| To make it all come true, you have to fuck like that, fuck like that | 
| At the most prestigious job | 
| Only this is what I need, or ours with her | 
| Happiness in one-room freedom? | 
| I trust in the golden chariot | 
| For a trip in Roman | 
| Inadvertently, you can live as a pro-office manager | 
| Sleep and wake up with the first grandson | 
| And wake up gray | 
| With pension half-asleep blood flow | 
| So is it necessary to fuck hopelessly | 
| Going to the bottom of meaningless vacancies? | 
| A mattress and a square meter are enough for me | 
| I am a sound engineer, toastmaster, freelancer | 
| It's better to dream, starving and against the wind | 
| I am a taxi driver, a tutor, and I am happy | 
| I will dream from hand to mouth and against the wind | 
| A mattress and a square meter are enough for me |