Текст песни Пикник - 2002 - Чужой - 06. Здесь под желтым солнцем ламп

There’s nothing left anyway
Anyway - whether the night is on the clock
Every day is prettier to me than a drunkard
With a feverish gleam in his eyes

Chorus:
Here under the yellow sun of lamps
Clouds do not walk
Only scares at night
The shadow of the great bug

And a peacock to your face and tattered fringe
We sit nearby, let us stagger at home instead
A drop of fiery water but rather another one
You see the cry of gold, turn your palms - well!

Chorus…

Too loose you go, stole while a draw
And the road will notice like a crafty snake

Chorus…