Текст песни NatureMorte - Куклы

To the roots of the ammunition, devoting disassemble,
There are no other prophets, and no one needs.
So that autumn turned into summer,
Sellers illusions take the souls ...

They, all the time, you need without love to the coffin,
Crying a loft with a snow-white body ...
Fallen on the maps a long road.
Nerves at the limit! .. Nerves at the limit!

Do not call, do not write, looking for the fifth corner.
All who were with you are crowning dolls.
Show them the dollar, if I do not believe,
The key will turn, and open the door ...

Cooling the heart, rolls the week.
What can you keep warm already you do not know.
"White snow" left red mark in bed,
And without stops go all trams.

It turned out, just everything would be regardless of everything:
Who will come ashore, who will receive a visa.
All night stars that look from the scene -
Girls on the challenge! Girls on the challenge!

Do not call, do not write, looking for the fifth corner.
All who were with you are crowning dolls.
Show them the dollar, if I do not believe,
The key will turn, and open the door ...