Текст песни Альтернативная Космонавтика - Полиция нравов

Vygnoilis nerves, I stopped crying
Weathered thoughts become easier to think
Emerged doubts emerged doubts ...
He ran over the body a anthill
Flew ominous bird
Rain is inside me,
So I'm not dead yet

Vice Squad for a long time to hunt for me!

Died the most vibrant and frantic
Creatures of the century, the Civil War
But she was frightened lamb nedorezanny
Veteran Egyptian darkness of Calvary and
A Van Gogh pictured pictures
And I do not know anything about the underworld
And then they came for him foe
Yes, I took his hands and greetings from Crimea

Vice Squad for a long time to hunt for me!

And then there was a feast, distributed gifts
Every third set against the wall
Buried on the moon in the sea of ​​tranquility
There's always calm and almost blowing
And I was like Pushkin on the beach
He is picking his nose and thought about something
And then came the trolley and I left
On the way I fell asleep and had a dream

As the vice squad for a long time to hunt for me!
(S. Bugaev, & quot; Alternative Space & quot;)