Текст песни Пилот - На чёрный день

On a rainy day, a tired dance of drunken eyes, full of holes

The second one fell, the fourth sat down, the eighth brought to the circle

On wires from under the wheels and three letters from under the asphalt

Into a quiet pool with a lush head

In a cold sweat - circles diverge

Iron horse, protective color, carved caterpillars in a row

Attraction for beginners - horses fly in a circle

A groovy kaleidoscope rattles1 crooked mirrors

The wheel spins faster

To the sound of a march of head off

A mole ate a colored shawl, on the cards a three and a seven

A bull tail chasing flies with a heavy heart climbs uphill

Foreheads billiard balls from a collision rolled

In half on both sides

Yes, in the corners of open spaces and latitudes

And behind the fragments of shop windows scraps of 2 holiday dresses

Under the runners of the sled, the living flesh of others

Za3 counter parrot from the cap gets tickets for the tram

To the near bridge

To a helicopter without windows and doors

Into a quiet pool with a lush head

The wheel spins faster ...