Текст песни Ночная Смена - EP-1 - Волшебник Изумрудного Города

Jeans girls
Drinkers love of the throat,
Rip the last cover.
Contribute King of Dreams.
You know, mom, you, as usual
He was right.

Here
Fashion boys catch a buzz.
They withdrawal syndrome
They drink tequila and rum.
But they do not understand,
What do a long time ago already ashes.

I sit in the corner
With a glass of spilled witches tears.
In a society of old oaks
And forever young birches.
But I'm not a hermit, I'm just a magician
Oz someone's unfulfilled dreams.

Green-fairy
From glasses she smiles at me.
And I smile back,
I send my farewell,
And dissolved in someone forgotten
Midday sleep.