Текст песни Пикник - Лихорадка

For those who catch luck mouth open
Nothing means everything, what will happen next
They look like a knife sharpened, inaudible step
They know that for sure, and if they do not know

To what is the sweet captivity evening fever
Lantern colored sparks gush all lift upside down
And hot wave shielding city street
And then paint again smazhutsya, all will sleep

And I will strike hands on white table
I do not know, do you hear - you do not hear, but I what?
I call you do not know, but is it worth
For telephone gods - so stubborn and wicked

For those who know this sweet captivity night fever
Lantern colored sparks gush all lift upside down
And hot wave shielding city street
And then paint again smazhutsya, all will sleep

Why the sky above us is not whiter ash
And telephone gods stubborn and angry
To those who catch luck mouth open
How else - because no one knows

To what is the sweet captivity evening fever
Lantern colored sparks gush all lift upside down
And hot wave shielding city street
And then paint again smazhutsya, all will sleep