Текст песни Кот Шрёдингера - Белые Флаги

White flags
Yes drunken saga
All that's left
Waving hands
Yes, after a fight
swarms of drunks
Autumn Lovers
take alcoholic
Well not very holy
Leslie at the sky
Yes, breathe in holes
Beer dreaming

All and all not so
You - the charm I - asshole
And let the snow melts
Yes, summer is not all about
And let the ice melt
Living nobody will leave
Rust on the rocks
Our White Steamer

Until ass hurt
So in fact it is not visible assholes
Under the skin of denim
In the darkness but the touch
quatrains mumbling
For some silly
But the drink is drunk yet
pretend the sun
Two fingers in the socket
remain crumbs
Yes smoky rings
Yes bare branches