Текст песни Операция Пластилин - Особый резон

As twisted mouths, eyelids trekked moles,
Visible error germ.
In myopic eyes, not believing stupid tears,
Polzeath conveyor sand.
Until he remembered the hand trembling knuckles to his temple,
Calls oblique board.
I'm at the door peephole, under the thumb of the ceiling.
At the entrance to the egg or steep mot.
I draw the face.
Nightmare jerked sleep. Newborn Mason
Sing with me in unison.
Winged wind away the tops of the rocks scorched,
Here caressing lawn.
On that particular reason.
On that special department,
In the special mode,
On that particular reason.
Penetrated into the gap guards taped windows grass
We were lead to the slaughter.
Crosshair hero will step to push the system,
Next, for the motherland to fight!
And perish the evil enemies who do not put on boots,
Who has not said goodbye to him,
Those who did not commit suicide,
All lead to the slaughter.
On that special department,
In the special mode,
On some special reason