Текст песни Третья цифра - Сталкер

The huge and powerful snakes,
I figured all my fairies
Of all the radioactive fields
He chose me, that all warm
And when he will interrupt their flight
Cut down the light, wire break
The day will not come, the night will not work
The heart does not fade, but do not sing
But one does not know it
What is a solid cardboard
How many and which my name
And where he lives, my true home

On the door of my bronze serpent that sleeps
He hates me, and let the lies
Under cover of the dust waiting for your money
I sell it, I sell it

I love a thief, I'm a soldier failure
Stalker hangover neon crying
Dying in the fields of radio war
She has no love cardboard destiny

On the road with teeth rasvyazhu vesschmeshok
I leaned against his back wheel of Zelko
A loaf of bread, water, and dashing moonshine
Hour picnic hour picnic
A loaf of bread, water, and dashing moonshine
Hour picnic by the side of it.

A loaf of bread, water and dashing moonshine
Hour picnic hour picnic.