Текст песни Александр Непомнящий - Иголка

In fists like candy, solar bunnies
Whipped, caught non-residential people
Fingering fingers stained with marmalade
And the water wash still will not

Everyone by faith drinking from a warm puddle
Who becomes a goat, to whom to the Don
Cobbled legs tired street
Spider caught in a sticky nemid sun

A needle my life lies in the egg,
And the egg wore a duck with gray eyes,
And duck on the dish on the holiday table,
And the house where the table, he is small, lies in your pocket.

And the spring was celebrated fairies, the bastards were accomplished.
In the kingdom of dirty puddles
And God laid out us carefully in the shelves -
What is the case in what rome road

From the table fell a spoon with a peer knife
And feathers just snow - a pillow broke
I will spil better, I have nothing to call to God
I was passed by his spring with the grooves whispered on the ear

That the needle my life lies in the egg,
And the egg wore a duck with gray eyes,
And duck on the dish on the holiday table,
And the house where the table, he fell into the hole in his pocket.

And wanted a fool-song foaming end
Only singing little - how to live? And how to sleep so
And knocking the door of paradise the jumper so over the precipice,
What will fly to the hell of the inkwell and judges

And I do not care how smelled wool Palen, how the torches chaded
And as the bottom of the abyss is ridiculous, the flames were angry
And how I swear in paradise, sang the angels
About how it was not me ... about how I was not ...
About how it was not me ... about how I was not ...

Chloride heel on the shell
And the dodder flew over the seven winds
And wander your empty dish on the table
And to sew the needle the hole in your pocket ...