Discipline - Live Like A Loser, Die Like A Hero - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Once upon a time there lived an old Afanasy the homeless man

He looked like a monkey in a padded jacket. Every evening he collected bottles.

He spent the night in basements and on heating mains, but somehow he drank another drink And the old dirty feather grass moved his horses. Come on, come on, Afanasy, come on,

Come on, collect bottles, come on, come on, hand them over

No more people don't care all around

When our pissed friend passes by

You will no longer hear his hoarse bark: “Hey, guy, give me a bottle.”

Never having learned to read and write

He could collect up to a thousand bottles in a day

Come on, come on, Afanasy come on,

Come on, collect bottles, come on, come on, hand them over

He left all his friends in this world

Cats, cockroaches and pubic lice and went to his bottle paradise Come on, Afanasy come on, come on, come on Dead, dead Afanasy died