Текст песни ПодлецМерзавец - Горечь поколений

Swaying in the wind side
Pedestrians - crow
Clouds in the sky - scraps of paper chew
Lies shadow silk
The heat on the face
The fate of the horns would take but sleepy
Always with some scoundrel
All life in unison
As if something deprived
In fact, just funny
Every second night - a sharp turn
Red eyes in the morning - two characters stop
And excuses hundred, chills, then delight
Here in the miracle did not believe, but holy toast each syllable
Around saying: "Behold, the man wanted and could"
Such examples are hundreds more of them from year to year
Bitterness on the lips of each of the generations
He has scars and her skinned knees
Millions of opinion, every third - genius
Eyelids grow heavy under the weight of the smell of lilacs