Текст песни Кот Шрёдингера - Маятник

Kocheng sluggish fingers
In the sky plugging holes
We sit on scaffold
Yes bread cut guillotine
Behind hot eyes
Everything is so white yes fluffy
If truth in a glass
I want to be an optimist

Pendulum froze on the edge of winter
All prophets are sleeping
God's gods and we look like
On blind puppies
Laid a window broken brick
Updated landscape
Stupid cinema. Weak character

Five-day overeaches
Again my life sighed
Maybe you broke me
Yes so far did not bend
But I came down with myself
I myself shred my hands
Yes, I thought yes
Yes hanged himself from boredom

But diluted now snow
Dashed fucking melting
I sampling
And no dinner left
So much psycho
Everything scared his shadow
And sucking beer with vodka
It turned out more fun