Текст песни Пилот - По разбитым судьбам

In broken destinies without looking
They walked bare feet, remembering wind
Through the walls of the old communal
According to its neighbors killed in the trash.
If you take in the palm of the free wind,
Lock all the doors bolted,
Arm yourself with a dream of soft drinks,
You can die without believing in the summer.

Na-na-na-na ...

Grey rat nepuganye crowd
Create conditions for death
General paranoia creating
Slippery sills jumps
Fly, leaving behind childhood
Head down to the pavement
To understand the freedom of rat
Reflections on the wet asphalt

Na-na-na-na ...

Mixed on a pair of slanting his song
To move the locomotive of sticky fingers
Take the last train freebie
Black cloth hang a mirror
Wind freestyle breathe more
Fly to where you do not know
To write a better song
And stay on the ground for an autograph.