Текст песни Ночные снайперы - До Востребования

Angels as a gift for my sins;
that turned and flew away.
In forty years of reading his poems
evening, someone - a brave step.
Snipers for free fingers and cocks.
On your back read address important:

Up-to-do-do-pre-
On demand, in
no, I'm not you, no one
It can not stand when
uctoi worthless,
when, with the habit of arguing
and the swan song year
ordinary syllable lips echoed.

Yes, we lost, but so what?
Time useless husk.
In liters of beer does not reach the bottom.
But with you I was good.
What do you remember, you remember me.
What I remember, you remember.
Lovely naive dreams.
Tales promises.

There is a way, but he was alone.
It goes on the road.
I'll tell you a little bit:
"Stay safe and sound."
And going forward, forward
white arrow in the blue circle,
a clear line on the field
path to take off.
Index does not understand -
This land or sea,
it joy or sorrow,
it is death or flight.

Only narrowed eyes
and throw reflections
and feline headlights slip
blind and flashes.