Текст песни Пилот - Сумасшедший

Bask in the painted stove
Listen to the voice of the non-existent,
He quietly sing to you about the good,
Beautiful, which is full of your house.
Where is he, do you think it silishsya
And at night, creating strange thoughts,
Come to the already battered phrase
It is better to leave it for later.

And met his name on one of the graves,
You horror feel that you have been,
And that you will dream instead,
To care for her, watering flowers.

The feast that did not gave me joy,
That evening, that all of us put in place,
Delivered us from the fun,
Which we had in the morning.
Homeless in the battles lost someone mind
Reminds me of the city burned,
Where instead of snowing ash
Where I ran only yesterday.
And remember your name for one of the tables
You horror feel that you're not ready
Correct the mistakes done in that way,
What is done in a way ...