Текст песни Кот Шрёдингера - Рвы Да Танки

Whether the skies are black
Whether eyes are blind
Was there something or not
I don't know myself
Got sick
Yes, the bull died in a puddle
Spun the carousel
Yes unfastened the brakes

But who wrote ditches and tanks into my landscape
What will you give me a muse other than drinking
This is not a city, this is someone's remains
With the worms inside
Yes anemic white nights
Yes, in three months just a couple of lines
And to live a hunt, but not that very much
Blow bubbles from the bottom

Only a spattered floor
Prima yes rock and roll
Eh know where everyone has gone
Yes, I would leave with you
But damn it, where no show
And you can't give a shit
Yes, no matter how you row an asshole
And everything comes out an asshole