Текст песни Би-2 - Меня достали

I do not know where we were mistaken in the calculations
Maybe in air flow density
In a state of a free hangover
Above the desert was solemnly shot

Stone pulls exhausting nos
Maybe before someone he guessed in the past
Having lost hope to weigh the soul in grams
All apostles go for advertising

But if you believe not according to the concepts
Metal piece my crucifix
Night stars My medals
I got a shot down flying

I see those whom this holiday was ordered
But the body badly obeys orders
Playing music is unbearably loud
And in the waltz, burning fragments are circling

Froze in a grimace image in the refraction of light
In the dry residue, uncomfortable answers
How important is the result of my work
Now I don't care about it with high notes

But if you believe not according to the concepts
Metal piece my crucifix
Night stars My medals
I got a shot down flying