Текст песни Центральный Гастроном - Высота

Height

Like a crane on a slow run
Gaining my height
In the roar of a racing cart
I'm taking the music of the moment.
Feathers fly out - so what?
Everyone will not rip, and I am not like that
The main thing is that life does not look like dullness,
The rest will break through your head.

But sometimes there are minutes
That you lie down and cry and scream
Then I would like to go to someone,
Throw out a scalded thought.
And then, forcing desires,
Looking for additional reserve
To kick out the flame again
Burn the gray and blue nerves.

And when in a coffin completely corrupted
Turn to stone, coal, dust
They will say: "There was such a Nervous Vladimir"
And they will agree, yes, they say, he was ...
A monument to him stands in Tyumen
On the high bank of Tura
He overtook all people and time
Looking into the interior of the earth.