Текст песни Лётчик - 03. Грязь

In T-shirt and cowards on the cold floor,

In the stuck wallpaper concrete corner

Slip wounds, and songs are all evils,

I, fool, people tried to make kinds!



And what am I, and what do I want? -

I am dirt on the side of the road in a dream!



Leather collar in love advertising,

Wet pillow, nightmarish dreams,

For children's dreams, for bread yes for salt

Disappointment, insult and pain!



I went through the forests from the edge to the edge,

I heard prayers, snot yes bark,

Yes, just one I can't understand everything:

Why on the field of wonders in the country of fool?