Текст песни Пилот - Семь часов утра

past windows strangers not his own
The wind in the neck is bang, I go home,
Slip down, drop,
Under the trees leave
evil laugh
All have long wanted
So I left all
So flew away
with a red feather arrow
Pushed into the chest - did not miss.

I know my strength is always with me,
In my pocket the key from the door is golden.
Drink, sit down in the car,
And the train will go far
where someone looks like
On the world in your window
And can not remember how much memory is evil
He took everything, jumped on the go.

Gather in the bag all that is
can sit on the track
7 o'clock in the morning - everyone slept
We go away with you
And in the back we whistle and throw stones
Forget and wait
swollen the doors and grown grass,
After an hour is beveled.