Текст песни Константин День Сверлов и Т.С.И. - Камень,ножницы,бумага.

Rock paper scissors and a rat hole
The poison spills, the game begins
Dogs lap the blood of the night from the darkened porch
in the morning you will meet the body of a dead father on the doorstep
Stone paper scissors half dead wasp
Spiders weave intrigue on wheel patterns
Devils are hiding in the basement, the house is frozen and is waiting for trouble
Sinners dance tango aboard frying pan
The thief will return at noon and fall into bed
He's been hunting all night, he needs to sleep too
Through a dream he will hear a rustle, it knits a loop
They dig a grave in the courtyard, earth was poured into the mouth
A black cross is drawn on the wall by a timid hand
And in the kitchen there is a crunch and screams, there is someone who is eating
Stardust sparkles on TV
The delighted viewer eats Easter cakes from the graves
Stone paper scissors, hammer, chainsaw
The poison spills, the game begins
At sunset, the thief goes hunting barefoot
So as not to hear how they sneak through the kitchen
Rock Paper Scissors......