Текст песни Химера - Последний глаженый аккорд

Last ironing Accord
The last chord of ironing dies not soon
Starched collar never declare war
But there is one sound that is very dear to me
It's a sound that all of us closer to the end
 
Open the gate, meet the total noise
Aesthetics dried thoughts do not want to the bottom
Do not worry about your long since hunted mind
Anyway, where winter night, there is always dark
 
It would be very funny if the sun will eat crocodiles
It will be a pity if the moon will pour kerosene
I'm scared, but better to die than to see the grave
In which they bury people so festive and beautiful
 
Consider me crazy, struck my bowler
I am very tired, you're probably too
Three hundred seconds of my dull monologue
It will simply be destroyed
 
But because of the thick layer of fat guitar
I'll pick out roasted notes
I untwining his throat hundreds ropes
You may have to hang himself,
But it is unlikely to succeed