Текст песни Записки Неизвестного - Закат Разума

It's your rain, and you mockney underneath,
And I bring back the sky and bring them to the sky.
Savvy legs carry you into the glue.
I want to leave the cart, but no doors.

Striking the sky rained stars
And each star - a hundred questions.
And cigarettes and your voice, plus smoke.
And from each eye smells something blind.

Sunset mind at dawn madness
I took him to the sky, and with it the feeling.
Waves - no hands, but the flesh is merciless.
Who would have thought - sweater can prick.

The juice of the letters is often a poison,
And my hatred cells multiplied more sharply.
In human eyes, firmly rooted to the spot,
Still, these are unattractive things.

But under the skins of the storm, there's a blizzard, snow.
After all, out of the boot of man screaming people.