Текст песни Пикник - Из мышеловки

More dirt is not washed away from the skin
Only fear is no more
Because trailed passer
Stares after

A clumsy movement
As if from a mousetrap
As if from a mousetrap
Only broke it

In three words before the fall
For the second for the birth
For the second for the birth
You're one to midnight

A chest alternately
Was it the ashes , the diamond
That sly then haughtily
Night squints

And it does not cripple
Laughter glazed Fools
After all jumped on her shoulders
Wet angel with clouds

A motion ...