Текст песни Кот Шрёдингера - Звон

Whether vodka is that sky -
All one: love to the coffin
My thoughts - yes I would not
I would have thoughts - so that without malice
Occasionally in the morning of the Sun.
And by noon the sounds subsided
I shovel all the wells
With thirst for a dispute yes from boredom

And in the ears all the ringing
And does not build a string
I changed my dream
On a glass and night without sleep
So long built my house -
Per minute roof
And there was a ringing
I yes black window

I pierced the yards
Before your soul unclear
And got into the insole drunk
Badly smelling and dirty
But neither fit into neither wash
From one with love bowls
Life was fitted in two pages
Death - in a short note