Текст песни Несчастный Случай - Рассеянный

I look in a purse -
and the stomach - ek-ek-ek!
Like, I rustled in the morning -
and now - or shisha.

scattering,
I probably scattering.
Lord, give your phone
Saving your life.
scattering,
he probably scattering.
Lord, give your phone

I'm looking at your fingertips,
and then under the other.
I'm, like, married,
But where is she?
scattering,
I'm some kind of scattering.
Lord, give your phone
Saving your life.
scattered,
it is some scattering. (Yeah, that's me)
Lord, give your phone
Saving your life.

I stand by the window.
Can not see a damn.
The city was outside the window,
and now - even though the ball rolled.

And I see many, many people,
all - to his neck in race, as though in dew,
and in their minds - a lot of new ideas.
and in their bellies - a lot of new kids,
but - scattering.

We all somehow scattered.
Lord, give your phone
Saving your life.
scattering,
with cattle and families.
Lord, give the phone ...