Текст песни Сволик - Про погоду на полигоне

I sit under the awning and scolding everything around
I squeeze things and curse the polygon.
Everyone is sitting in the morning in tents and scare water out.
You can get out of the game, but it will be a movietone.
I want fire, but the ashes hid under water

I want to get drunk, but there is no vodka here,
The polygon is about to turn into a pond.

Someone from the rain calls me on an honest battle.
I would send to hell, but he is good my friend.
I get out from under the awning, I emit wolfes how
On the way I imagine that I am generally cool

The noise of water, which turns on top, you need to squeeze things again,
I want fire, but the ashes hid under water

I want to get drunk, but there is no vodka here.
Polygon is about to turn into a pond

The clock was wetted to hell, it was frozen an hour zero.
Matches float on the puddle, salt dissolved.
I am a glass of glass with a water, there is God for fools,
I hold the guitar in my hands, but not some strings and words.
I want fire, but the ashes hid underwater.

I want to get drunk, but no more vodka give
Polygon is about
Polygon already
The polygon will turn into a pond at all.