Текст песни СуперНикто - Гвардия императора

Only we can be at this height -
Guards of the Emperor, death with golden needles.
It is a pity that it is not seen as we move in the dark.
Someone did not close the taps, - and we can not sleep.

Reception, reception on any frequency.
All look the same, but so different.
With greed in his heart and toughness in hand
We fall into lovushechki own mind.

Contour maps of gutta-percha bodies
Blurt out secrets by foreign languages.
In the box under the gilded shaven forehead
We have seen the sea and distant countries.

Boredom and envy - the causes of the causes.
Money for tickets to North Africa.
The shadow of my stupid, how old are you?
Apart from me you have no one.