Текст песни Операция Пластилин - Босиком по городу

I draw a punk rock and silver age,
I dissolve in the mist of their cigarettes,
My city is woven from thousands of others like me,
Doctor, write me some poison,
To wake up one day with no memory
And build a universe again
Without shackles, without sin, without the pale ...

I do not dream about as a house becomes a bottom
As mulled wine warms his hands warm tart
As of the droppers in the veins flows the spring
Doctor, I write out a cure for sleep
To night I slept one night
When the smoke-filled coffee in the kitchen
And then barefoot through the city

Turning forever purple ice
Suddenly get scared at the thought of,
My city quietly creeping through the window -
Doctor, I write out a magic prick
That verse crumble, leaves
In the outgoing glaucous summer
All to the limit, sincerely ..

and then to light and cold
and then even lead shot ..
Only barefoot to the city ..