Текст песни Би-2 - Недотрога

a taxi will not go without my money routes
limited the truth in the legs - I ascetic captive
I do not dream of the neighbors and the stormy sea of love
one along the way, alone in a field I do not soldier

and I - and a little touchy to the heart of the road show
I'm not greedy , but once someone has left its mark

my cats painfully scrape a return ticket
I was waiting for my shadow , my ships Atlantis
pass on the lips, the palms warm greetings
and a postcard from the past century , from which I view