Текст песни Лучинкин - Совершенный мир

Under the lantern at the closed gate
On the dusty ground is white cat.
Wait, wait for me.
Such a life is worth eight.
Where are your nights where your days?
Here are my, you want to take.
Soon will come the New Year,
With red caviar eat a sandwich,
I am meeting him as I can.
And let my verse on slips wheeze.
I'm healthy, just heart aches.
Where is my shame? - he is not here.

Thousands of suns overhead,
But the black shadow behind a white wall.
And I for her imaginary hero.
Seventeen years in a row, including
Ten I'm a genius, I'm an old man, seven,
And the moon insane ... terrible pain.
Apparently God is blind or deaf.
This is my body, where is my mind?
He's not my friend, my strange soul.
He still believes that all will be well,
As pictured in bright dreams.
He is a fool, naive eccentric.

Perfect world in front of me.
Someone outcast, someone hero,
But one of them, I and who are you?