Текст песни Пикник - Гиперболоид

Aren't we acrobats
So that the stairs are humpbacked,
To the humpbacked stairs
Jump and jump?
And not everyone in white is a doctor,
Open the door-windows
Open the door-windows
To leave for sure

And Garin is not Gagarin,
He, affectionate now angry,
Secret in his room
Composed hyperboloid

And flying doesn’t mean an angel,
Maybe under the black flag
In the clouds under the black flag
He is afraid of heights.
And for the new charisma
All wealth and half life
All wealth and half life
Without blinking, you will give back

And Garin is not Gagarin,
He, affectionate now angry,
Secret in his room
Composed hyperboloid

To hell with all your foundations -
The unworthy wins
That clumsy and unsettled
Drink happiness to the bottom.
Like some acquaintance
Smiles like a cobra
Smiles like a cobra
And winks at us

And Garin is not Gagarin,
He, affectionate now angry,
Secret in his room
Composed hyperboloid