Текст песни Станзин - Бензоколонка

Cardboard noise story
And the noise of the dishes.
Sit for a canopy,
And there － will save.
February fog,
Refueling, sleep.
A drop of pyromaniac
The lawn cuts.

And again: Full tank,
In the package － tea
(Hand climbed). Tobacco
Not exhausted.
The jaw flows
Puff fat,
And so the shoulder hurts
How deserved.

A familiar taste. Where
－ I don't know myself.
As if ringing labor
goes to Libra.
The stomach rumbles
From the eyes to the veins
(will not live on the way,
And then － lived).

Nobody here － result
other machines.
Castle c)
In the larynx. Arshin.
Obedient glasses of glasses
Excess routes
Crochet
For you, for us.

Roads day － jump
From heat to iodine.
The devil knows that, my friend,
It will pass me.
The driver at the temple
shakes with his hand.
The road is not close
And a friend － peace.

Baked spot
To the knuckles － ointment.
Slop the canvas
And again climb.
Everything will change to pus
(shade "Copper").
Separate with the country
And then go.