Текст песни Немного нервно - Рецепт

You see, it's all just inexplicable,
While everyone is silent about prison, about the scrip ...
But do not you dare forget me, O Lord,
Here - on the edge of the known world!

Saddle my horses -
I tear the ground with his hands,
I get to the memory of past lives.
I am still in it -
I'm choking on this memory,
I protect my consciousness as I know.

Four suicide attempt
In one glass.
But I - still Archer Khan
The right to make the first shot.

All in the dark becomes a wonderful property -
Falling to the floor, smash ...
And so I ask: do not leave me, O Lord,
This modernist delirium.

Saddle my horses -
I play blues on the string,
Behind me ring the Mongolian steppe.
I am still in it -
My dear yesterday slammed the door,
He knew that it was not in the songs and in beauty.

After all, he knew how to read lips
And I realized too quickly,
What am I - still Archer Khan
The right to make the first shot.