We left McDougal in the middle of the winter,
My girlfriend from Toliatti, myself from Kostroma
We'd have survived till summer and then- who cares
But the cocaine had 8 grams of toothpaste powder
So we had to move through the hatch
Using joints for light
She decided to go to Mecca, I said goodbye.
Can't remember how it happened, whose wind blew in my mouth
I was following Kastaneda, ended up in merchant fleet
Where all sailors wear skirts, cabin boy has a knife in his mouth
Then we staid in Ulan-Bator port for shipping
I rushed into datzan, I want to retreat
Then Lagerfeld is in front of me
And I'm on Oxford street
With me is botswain Pahsa, the man who holds fashion
His jacket is Yamamoto and his pants are Comme de Garcon
The runs in this woman from the painting of Monet
And shouts: we have four thirds quickly all follow me
They have no money for a taxi, had to sell their coat
I swear no one has seen such thing in Kostroma before
At first it was fun, then spleen came down
While we were licking slime from lizards' backs
The flat was filled with pagan relics to the brim
I translated all Tzoy's songs from Urdu to Latin
When I drank everything they kept between their window frames
I sat on the first subway to Tiruvanantapuram
And so we're rushing through the desert, train is creaking and bleating,
Our driver, old bluesman-transvestite is taking us though bleak stars
Weird shit is happening all around us, closer and further away
Maybe dances of steelmakers, maybe women's fight in mud
When I had my twenty fifth nervous breakdown
I threw my feet to Kathmandu through the Large Barrier Reef
And so I haven't shaved for seven weeks, ate shrooms for eight days
I started looking like a man of heroic fate
Shamans and doctors argue how I managed to survive
But I learned Swahili and changed cultural myth
When aliens enter the village, I will throw them in the cell
We, Russians abroad do not need any foreigners.