Текст песни Кот Шрёдингера - Всех Мышей

On a white tank waving half a can
Drove into the summer Autumn
Flight Deceased at Seven - Marilyn Manson
Yes, a drunken locksmith - at eight

Thought - thought
They put gunpowder in the fire
Until loss of consciousness
We played suicide
In empty mousetraps
Forgiven all future mice
What's in the ground in snow rags
Froze

Heavenly manna glass of nirvana
Yes, a lacerated wound morning
I ran - it didn't work, I shouted - I can't hear
Fell like a deflated ball