Текст песни Сергей Дробин - Туристы

Colored dirt showered forever
Tinsel and confetti adding
Stressing someone's perfection,
Tête-à-tête with the "Sighting" leaving.

Ponaveshali beautiful labels me
With a price tag that is more expensive sense.
"Ah, yes if yes what did not work" -
The eternal illusion "tourism".

But the goal, oh, such a "target"
Under the sight of a sniper rifle.
On the way to the objectives of only broke,
And from the "fuel" - "funny bangs."

I'd cut into strips his memory,
Experience, or call it,
And add them to the masquerade -
Well, I do not, so you have them in the tape I plucked.

Only here's the problem - do not know,
Not be able to "shoot" without "make sense."
Varicoloured life is not sick -
In your everyday life gray "tourism!"