Текст песни Пикник на Обочине - На игле

You said I was a drug,
And without me coming crash.
But even an antibiotic,
Hats fever thin.

But narkrtik - it's you.
For a long time I sat on a needle.
You, like those red flowers,
And all of you, I was delirious.

Thee I glue on the envelopes.
Do you like the white porshok.
You breathe in the moments I have,
When you want more.

I'm all destroyed and killed,
Me even more breaks.
To you craving mind rings,
A thought systems run away.

And you are beautiful and tsvetesh,
I crawl to meet you.
In the end, kill me,
In any ordinary evening.

And again, ringing in the head,
And there, without thinking very empty.
But only one thing scares me,
What ever do not let go!