Текст песни Пера-Техник - Smiley

Shouts downpipes
Give the dry corpse
Compressed bitten lips
In the dusty corners of the cars not fashion secrets
Who's stupid asking for money?
And who then asks in the dark light
I fall asleep, quietly smoking a pipe of peace
All the past, people mimes
Nobody around in the hands of we've got mine
You prepare yourself to explode, and ram pyrom, e
Cutting stylus Pen-Tech underground house
All underground inhabitants palm strike
All is not evil Druganov rod on foreheads
Immersion in anticipation
In a coma fume.
I found strength in the fact that
Quite simply called words
I fall asleep in the morning soaked all the evil verses
I do not need mountains of Mani, I became a fanatic thoughts.
As birds speak foreign languages ​​are not familiar
Smiley does broads and you strangle fear.
Slowly but surely, measuring spoon
People here people like puppets clowns.
Deaf, blind, deceived
Other coins are fed.
Mouth chewing, awl skoblet back my conscience
Snout drowns in silence in a corner of the manuscript
Smile in the dark silhouette in the dark.
Rhymes fly 120-th in strength in the tower ax.
Behind the door, a black wall on her white pattern.
Grin from under the eyes black beans.
The architecture of these non-high skyscrapers,
Empty bottles and broken open coffins.
Do not pick up the key, in order to escape from this
Sleepy kingdom ...