[Chorus]
An enamelled bedpan
A little window, a nightstand, a bed
Living’s hard & uncomfortable
But (on the other hand) it’s comfortable to die
An enamelled bedpan is a bathtub. The baths are enamelled and shaped like a sailing boat
An enamelled bedpan
A little window, a nightstand, a bed
Living’s hard & uncomfortable
But (on the other hand) it’s comfortable to die

[Verse]
And the faucet drips quietly
And life is dishevelled as a whore…
She appеars as though from a fog
And sees a nightstand, a bed…
And I’m trying to lift (my head) a little
I want to look hеr in the eyes
To look straight in the eyes & burst into tears
And never to die, never to die
Never to die, never to die, never to die

[Chorus]
An enamelled bedpan
A little window, a nightstand, a bed
Living’s hard & uncomfortable
But (on the other hand) it’s comfortable to die
An enamelled bedpan is a bathtub. The baths are enamelled and shaped like a sailing boat
An enamelled bedpan
A little window, a nightstand, a bed
Living’s hard & uncomfortable
But (on the other hand) it’s comfortable to die