Текст песни Нейронная Оборона - Картонный бутерброд

While the fire is heavenly glare
He carried away from dead books
Why catch yourself in a dead end
But it will be late, there will be a cry

I see an echo, I'm a little right
I see an echo, I'm a little right
I see an echo, I'm a little right
On a black flag a fly

Peaked cap in the city a new way
Mercury is ripening on a black field
Let it carry somewhere
All our fears themselves are the essence

I see an echo, I'm a little right
I see an echo, I'm a little right
I see an echo, I'm a little right
In my hand tweezers

In four flocks of different lines
Warm juice gushing from the throat
I was carried breaking the threshold
But again there will be a terrible time

I see an echo, I'm a little right
I see an echo, I'm a little right
I see an echo, I'm a little right
My sick echo