Текст песни Борис Циммерман - Режут пилочки

Cut surgical nail files
Light of the lamp power

He walked down the street, as if on the table
Heels already cut to the bone

And there are anesthetics
Up Nail reach - you will not notice

And there are hands clean
What is perhaps too late to be treated us

At night we drank coffee with labels
And we booze vodka with apples

And suck the days in the grass
Our soul as a whiskey and soda

- You tell me, sister-dropper
An hour later, as I left

- Exactly one droplet. Well you weak children
Nope forces to shout: & quot; What are you doing? & Quot;

At night we drank coffee with labels
And we booze vodka with apples

And keep thee in hand
And they laughed at everything, like fools

Once roasted they scalpels
And sorry, and even cried.