Noski [English translation]

We went out of the Palace of Culture a bit deafened,

We listened together the punk-rock.

Approaching the house you've told me not kiddingly:

-Let's go to my place, Yurok.

We took the stairs together at night,

You inserted your key in the lock.

Unfortunately I remembered just a detail,

I couldn't come into your house.

Why?!

Because I wore dirty stinky socks.

The dirty, sweaty, worn-out stinky socks.

And if I could come in, the stink of socks

Would hit you onto your brains.

But there are so many things, and it's a whole year that I

Haven't washed my socks.

Your door shut, you believe it or not,

But I began to howl like a wolf with sadness.

My gender reflex was set to the sex,

But my socks let me down.

The dirty, sweaty, worn-out stinky socks.

Thirty years flew away, now I'm an impotent,

My temples are covered with grey hair.

But I remember since then like a capital sentence

The way my socks let me down.

The dirty, sweaty, worn-out stinky socks.

• Artist:Sektor Gaza