Текст песни Лысый - Огонёк души

head at night not cooking all the time,
the brain has since become some vague
and I became a strange, but it is not for the judge according to the law
can in my address to wet any bark
often smoke in the stairwell replaces Talk
where are we? this kind?
on which fields are growing ears of this sort?
year pass, someone ceases to be proud
but in the evenings sushnyak compresses the throat
You can shoot on the coins blanks
and it is better to plant someone in the head ..
hike the weather did not change for the better ..
rain will be on Thursday, take an umbrella just in case
to the South of the Flip, and there peshochkom..zatknut ears
and wait until the snow swallow
under the windows of the house are selling something south
marathons you easily turn a head
press it and lived according to the new rate
someone has put a face to the ground,
asphalt like sugar, melted from the crowd of visitors,
but I do not care, and from this the soul becomes easier
You did not solve anything by itself turned out,
I'm sorry, of course, but my time is up ...
no need to put pressure on the pity behind, a bastard,
but in the eyes looking in silence ...

somewhere among the silent alleys
the sky flying flame of my soul
I have no doubt that soon his zatushat
but maybe it's only for the better
somewhere among the silent alleys
the sky flying flame of my soul
I have no doubt that soon his zatushat,
but maybe it's only for the better