Текст песни бульдозер - перламутровое облако

My face was easy so dissolved in your face
And behind-barbed wire
My sins were sophisticated in your sins
And the smell of roses, funny to tears ... But, by century

Spring boils, and pearl cloud on the ground.
Wet flag like the fact
And I'm sick, without raising an eye on a wet trouble
In nozzles the enemy, I am friends with him

I do not need long explanations to me, for the deficit of phrases
In my country perceive everything as an order
But music will play in me, and it's guilty as always
My country screams- "Go you ...!"