Текст песни Операция Пластилин - В городе с белыми стенами

In a city with white walls
With your and my problems
Running away from doctors
Here there is no notion of pain
Here, each in his own sick
And each in his own healthy

Save us a little light
From the broken window
Smoke the last cigarette
This is nonsense

At the top of a decree
Die in doorways poets
Radio die , cry spring
About how in the White City
He shot himself in the head
Not having to count to one hundred

On the table, bending lines
In your hand is my hand
That without anesthesia
This is nonsense

Paranoia hospital window
On the stove to boil the consciousness
Then arrives the good doctor
And all shirnet some rubbish

On the table, bending lines
In my hand your hand
That without anesthesia
It 's always