Текст песни Поспишь Потом - Не Приходить в Себя

Wake up in a coffin every morning
Every day to go to war
Feed the paranoia
Chains ringing
The main thing is not to come to your senses

Snow is my moat
I'm not quite healthy
Will cover winter
Am I out of my mind?
Normal people flee the ship
It remains for us not to come to our senses
No never come to my senses

Let seven fools live in your head
The madman is free for one hundred points
Long as a ruble
Short as "fuck"
The main thing is not to come to your senses
It will be easier in this country
No never come to my senses
Only assholes will survive