Текст песни Тропы не врут - Коты и псы

Fought without enemy and reasons
Stroke the holes of the conscience of cottage ...
Not at the honor of the gingerbread, the whip is not by ran
Not caught, it means - not guilty.
We did not give something forever:
Then Cola, courtyard, horse or war ...
Like a wet, woolen blanket
The world covered a casual prose.

Dreams. Step until spring.
Winter at the take-off strip ...
And we, like cats and dogs.

We left the complexes of the heroes,
Yes dreamed of loved on wax,
And when I wanted a greater blood,
We knew that all the banal simply.
And Latali paid salaries,
Yes, they flew only in dreams and stuff ...
Without the lights hurried somewhere ...
Someone is looking for happiness, and someone builds.

Dreams. Step until spring.
Winter at the take-off strip ...
And we, like cats and dogs.

Hungry on the union of magnitude
Poured on the wraths of morality,
Make-up of indifferently applied
On sparkling faces of steel ...
Did not bother in hop on the arms,
Shed blood and tears on the tablecloth ...
Beylo spray fate on happiness,
Yes, they were raised by fragments to death ...

Dreams. Step until spring.
Winter at the take-off strip ...
And we, like cats and dogs.