Текст песни Контора Кука - По тонкому льду

But born into the world
Restless Alfred .
He pokes the ground in the mouth,
Drinking water from swamps,
Wears a cloak of living mice .
The judge said the issue - Ok ,
We'll take it in the first snow ,
With us and Lucas Bay.

But some Matisse,
Small Fedot , but not the one
Red color of the eye ,
Remove plaster and forth .
He dances his fiery dance
Amputation of the senses.
We'll take it early in the morning ,
On thin ice .