Текст песни Паника - Спичка

Author : Yuri Trifonov

I'll throw in a match extinct synthetic snow
The plastic sky stars instead of burning lights ,
New people do not know that such a fire,
The electric current heats from the inside .

In the world there is the jazz rap and I do not care
I am neither one nor the other , I understand this is not given ,
From its walls I watch them for a long time ,
I smoke cigarettes and drink wine .

That someone went home , and someone in the basement,
Someone will take up a book , and some glass ,
And he took out a cigarette and lit dynamite fuse ,
He wanted to blow up the world , but the charge appeared small.