СБПЧ Оркестр - Икея - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

We were in Ikea, they saw God again, he looks a little of you, the same under -foot, it looks a little like me, the same smeared, the same grin, my lugs, I told him, “God, we are tired in Ikea, we are in Ikea your confusion, where do we get our money for all your cups? "