Текст песни комом - восьмой блин

bratishki sister
We run around in the wheel
we gear
we all gear

a quarter of a meter
protecting the metro
roll on the job
sow light and goodness

then straight home
not to kultprogramm
to reduce friction
how many grams needed

bratishki sister
We run around in the wheel
we gear
we all gear

why the cosmos and God
why Bergman and Haneke
for understanding
we have enough mechanics

life circle destiny
here the highest inertia
roles gear
on the square prophetic dreams

bratishki sister
We run around in the wheel
we gear
we all gear

tooth for tooth, we live
This rotation world
this eternal waltz
where there are no meetings and farewells

we are warmed by friction
We do not suffer from vertigo
switch on with hope
kosimsya whole affair

without departing from the scope of
patience mechanism rank
quietly weeping in a corner
we ground off gear