Текст песни Операция пластелин - В глаза своего Каина

scratched fingers and strings
and hands were freezing treacherously
stones thrown into wanderers
We did not know what it means to vulgarity

and he floated a paper on the rivers
and ripped from the bottom of the ink
once they blue
the handle flowed in the veins

if you love - it's fake
if you believe the trite today,
what can you see
in the eyes of his Cain ..?

so eager dotted line
Stars light up in Churches
so the apartment door slams
someone who will never come back

so they fall into a drunken stupor
so the veins tremble parishes
erased lips strikes
soldiers take the city

if love - this is nonsense,
if the dream now commonplace,
can I become Bonnie Elizabeth
For your Clyde?