Текст песни Максим Леонидов - Триклозан-карбомидовые сны

Child Pepsi Cola,
He did not find a guru in his native corner
And hooked after school
On the Admiralty Eagle
And unable to fight
He stands on the clock in the rays of the moon
And now he is shot
Triklo Zakarbamyovy Dreams

And he sits under the nut
In his eyes, then Chapaev, then emptiness
Temple rivers flow
Through his billion
And nice approach
You, like all the strangers, is boring
Your only those who dream
Triklo Zakarbamyovy Dreams

He is not high and not fashionable,
You are unlikely to find it, not knowing password
It is absolutely free
He himself is Castaneda and Mumytrol
When you 19.
You should not know about the rules of war
Let you dream while
Triklo Zamankarbamy Dreams.