Crematorium: Kondratiy Ah, come on, where did you go, Kondratiy? A minute ago he still was with us - In a black caftan, wearing his pink jeans, With white dope in his pocket. Getting upset is beside the question, Lord, give us strength to crawl to the bedroom, Tomorrow morning we'll have some beer And welcome back our Kondratiy. Tomorrow morning we'll have some beer And welcome back our Kondratiy, He will come back to us all then.
