Текст песни Операция Пластилин - Никтожество

In the city with white walls
With your mymes
Running from doctors
There is no concept of pain ...
Here everyone is sick in his own way
And everyone is healthy in its own way ..

Oh about us save a little light
From a broken window
Oh-about the smoke of the last cigarette

This is bullshit..
This is bullshit..
This is bullshit..

At the top take decrees
Dying in the poets
Radio will die, pay spring
About how in the white city
He shot himself ..
Not having time to take up to one hundred ..

Paranoia hospital windows
On the stove boils consciousness
And then the good doctor will arrive
And the breadth of all some rubbish ..

Oh-o on the bends table lines
My hand is in your hand
Oh about what without anesthesia
This is bullshit..
It's as always ..
It's not trouble ..