Текст песни Церковь детства - Нюх

Mum and dad were awarded nose
For my heroic issues -
Who? Who? For what? And why?
All had to sniff.
And I smelled that it is necessary to start,
What it is usually in the hands of children not given.
And drugs and jams,
And both of them looked with disgust.
And I was a phenomenon nugget,
With shnobelem almost to the chin.
Even at night, when everyone went to bed,
I'm in a dream still smelled timidly.

Aromas of wild flowers.
The smell of hay and floating clouds.
And a bouquet mother's perfume.

But curiosity is treated hard.
Every day, every hour every minute
We need to beat, beat, beat, beat, beat!
What would a little to quench the thirst for knowledge.
And this thirst quenched over the years,
Tumaco, fists and kicks.
And well, that would be betrayed by a friend -
So begins the scent!

Aromas through courtyard.
The smell of dirty shoes removed.
And a bouquet of broken teeth.

Mum and dad were awarded nose
For my stupid questions -
Who? Who? For what? And why?
All had to sniff.
You smell - that we sold.
You smell - who is given to us.
If you want to live beautifully,
Dude - just keep your nose to the wind.
Women smell someone else's hands.
Hands smell someone else's money.
Money? Money does not smell like Mom -
They never left.