Текст песни Контрольный Выстрел - Ловец человеков

Fisher of men sit in a cafe , let smoke rings
He was always stroking a bomb in his pocket for those who walked with him
They are now close to the café , not knowing that the time of the end
Chew a sandwich after the joke has not descended from the face ...

... And he took and threw a bomb , like snow , like confetti
And everyone saw himself young , and that he could go
One saw a cute card , and the other - no built house
The third dream - to plant your tree , could not, and became an undertaker ...