Текст песни Гена Сорокин - Воздушный змей

In my headphones ceaselessly dazzled
Broken on the drum machine beat and this is my life
And who would have told me that these things are so catchy fast
Pocket guide for the backwater of my thoughts

With the air injection I give snatches of conversation
Selected for the story about the hundreds of thousands of MAZ
And how much more time I would like to meet the dawn in heaven
Where heaven and earth to give birth to the junction of the horizon

Take my friend suggested itself Weasel
Spin the bolts and nuts will be all exactly the world
A Farewell to Arms, Farewell wood rot
On the improvised songs and bits I swam into the distance

Sealed in their own little world postmodernists
Turn all your desires in the dental fixes
The burden of fiction, growth after the crisis
Wash my head, and I go on the field clean.

Kite flew off into the sky
And is not it that day, and what to do, what to do?
Kite flew off into the sky
And is not it that day, and what do you do? Make ...

Stop listen hear many sounds
But you will not find that ever be ironed ear
It sounds new, something that seemed to be damped
But if the spirit is not cloudy, you will understand where what's what here

Prostnёshsya morning to watch a favorite dream
About how young waiter brings you iced tea
Then you just catfish which the cellars picks
In search of a profit, because profit has become the meaning of life

The simple truth. Handlebars fate do not be a tourist
On the path which he mapped out you as a person
And only close his eyes remained on Lastly
Even in the correct answers have secrets.

Kite flew off into the sky
And is not it that day, and what to do, what to do?
Kite flew off into the sky
And is not it that day, and what do you do? Make ...