Текст песни Ноганно - Эти птицы забыли дорогу на юг.

These birds have forgotten the way to the south
And so here are waiting , snowstorm
These birds have forgotten the way to the south
Because in the south they are not waiting for a long time
These birds have forgotten the way to the south
And so here are waiting , snowstorm
These birds have forgotten the way to the south
Because in the south they are not waiting for a long time

Mescaline plus coke, but with two strips
Acid flaps sprinkled glitter
Inspired by Moscow and yellow autumn
Move at the speed helicopter blades
In this area, standing on the brink
Let go of the anger in search of conscience
Roots in soil disturbance before dislocation
Crohn wither or do I just think so
Who's hiding greasy original
Helped rather know where and took
That under a layer of skin is no deeper
This type of shower in the carcass , horror of horrors
It's like drinking from a puddle , quenching thirst
Or to know the truth , but continue to get along hawala
Eat only those that on the counter
And killing day , punching smuggling
Wang blind without noticing ranks
Jung's theory system boomerang
Planck above unrealistic records
Laws of the people against the laws of nature
Clad in a uniform fashion songs
Tabloids interesting ancient records
Under a canopy of hope and belief
Barely sober with fear waiting for pensions
This is the fate of all the great dynasties
Afraid of power intrigues confuse suit
This oil in fire or a salt to the wound
Probably stuck much yah okay
Search nirvana , but only alone
Or wait for someone else to sit guard barrel
in which the powder, enough for all
And on top of that who quietly turn off the lights .

These birds have forgotten the way to the south
And so here are waiting , snowstorm
These birds have forgotten the way to the south
Because in the south they are not waiting for a long time
These birds have forgotten the way to the south
And so here are waiting , snowstorm
These birds have forgotten the way to the south
Because in the south they are not waiting for a long time

Know a sure sign of cancer
The fact that he is not a ghost and someone sent
So confused thoughts us , throw a little sour
Hey, do not worry so bald dick with it
Because we do not dwell within reach
for those who are brewed in luxurious baths
Whisper on the sidelines regard dirty ears
Know mouse hand marsh snakes
Barge aground therefore not potoplyaema
We look to the card secretly dreaming about swimming
Himself on his mind himself a prophet
Soon the road , waiting for the flood Noah
And while hiding in the bedroom punishment cells
Living on their land in the occupation
Try not to what era duality
With humility believe that who makes the news
Optics is smeared game ambitions
Heavyweights quoted Solzhenitsyn
Not noticing the birds curse it all
Sad mourners his last summer.