Текст песни Vербальная агрессия - на автопилоте

On autopilot pilots in flight
On the autopilot guys in work,
And everything around like bots,
in iron's iron resorts

Pilots fly high
Pilots fly far away
And I want to get their little heights

But I am a simple person
with a cherry bed slightly less than a hundred
I stand on earth and shout
All sensors: - I'm not kidding!

I will grow up to the sky
And I will be slightly more brave,
palm in parachute turns
Hands with your Masha,
Pilots I will stop.
I want to go to them in a detachment,
scatter.
And if they wanted to listen to me,
I put in them a big such projectile.
Loan their armchairs, cabins and steering wheel,
I charge in your rifle more bullets.

On autopilot pilots in flight,
On the autopilot, the guys are no longer in work.
On the autopilot, I am now managed by an Iron resort Ya.
And the blue sky with vanilla clouds is now forever
My only family.