Текст песни Удачи, мистер Горски - Теория Струн

Damn Mars declared war on us,
& Quot; Titanic & quot; with the past goes to the bottom,
And the sun in a straitjacket
creeps up to the window.

According to string theory
absolutely love runs in the morning -
Grains of common sense
fall in barren soil.

Personal life is good,
reset unnecessary ballast -
foam, foam.
Eternal Flame
alcohol pours someone else.
And I finish and leave,
I hope I'm not built like a house of cards.
And the lights die, and I watch as slowly melts
whiskey on the rocks.

Hangover respectfully waiting until morning,
At the head of Malevich draws a square,
Instant coffee predictably tasteful losses

The player is locked mad Thom Yorke,
Night wears underwear as February.
Turnout and passwords memory certainly merge.