Текст песни Пилот - Голова-Фонарь

What about me, a bird? - took off, shouted, but fell,
Yes, in the palms of strangers in the autumn cooled down.
Reduces cheekbones - to turn white, which means to fists -
Whores in sables, and my friend on the floor.
And a cross over the gate, and in the insole of the watchman.
I'll go and ask with a light hand.
I would not be afraid, but my heart in trampled snow -
I am lame in a bad head.

I'm sitting on a hill, head is a lantern.
I sit and look neither into the blue heights, nor into the distant distance.
The earth is under my feet, and no one is dearer to me.
I swear my love to her, and she swears in return.

Keeping the Trinity, to prey in the forest,
Whisper mantras in Udmurt before going to bed.
Give full legs and squint,
Chirp over your window at night.
And the bitch-falcon hangs in the blue sky,
Like a living whip for my deeds.
For the saved me put on
What to wear in chlamydas and what to go in gold.