Текст песни Тихие Игры - Руку Не Жал

I walk around your houses,
I walk around your smell sticky
Cluttered with hair
Acquires grin
Raises his arms to the sky,
I fall to the bottom of the glass.
I accept compliments.
I wake up early in the morning.

Chorus:
Hand is not pressed, run somewhere
The side wind
And anyone really able to get to the stars,
Feeds sky.

And you're still somewhere nearby,
And you're still so close.
Try on their awards,
Falls as low as possible.
I throw up their hands to the sky.
Do not be dirty hands.
For you solid walls.
I eat corridors.

Chorus:
Hand is not pressed, run somewhere
The side wind
And anyone really able to get to the stars,
Feeds sky.