Текст песни Илья Сойер - Вино в огнях

Projectionist stops cartoon
  There's a hero pistol to his temple,
  And the cloud of other people's apartments
  He smiled and turned into mist.

  I draws most evil artist,
  To masturbate on my picture all night.
  This dirt does not wash away the summer rain,
  There will not help his own daughter.

  Most Web poluzakatnaya
  Catch the spirits of eternal dreams,
  Hugging fat hand Aida
  Drinking beer in the back yards of gray.

  Repairmen repaired lights
  With good red wine,
  Go on nightly conversations
  And it will be light on the kitchen table.

  Jehovah soon
  All turned out the light,
  And every city
  Council of war gather.

  He was himself a poor man,
  Both the rich man,
  Wine in lights!
  Rejoice and weep.