Текст песни Чайф - Дурные сны

Another advance, another calculation -
And someone's eyes from the wall behind me whips,
Thinks my money, my songs, and days of scores ...

Perhaps he was the messiah, and perhaps a neighbor -
But I do not believe in the Messiah and neighbors not at home
And there is no gap in the wall - and it's not an eye, and a gun ...

There, it is not the gun, a spring.
Perhaps it is time - winter too drunk to the bottom ...
Or maybe just shine a black light yellow traffic light?

But I opened my eyes - a traffic light near there,
Traffic lights on the roads - it's just nonsense,
And the stewardess announces: & quot; Do not madhouse landing & quot; ...

Acceptors waste paper came to the parade -
In the hands of balloons as a bunch of grenades.
They go to war and we trample us for a number of a number of ...

I hear the train whistle in the distance -
No it is not a locomotive and a police whistle,
Or maybe just smells in my pocket a dirty sock ...

No I'm not a punk, and not even because of the new wave,
I do not wear hair on end and pants & quot; & quot ;, bananas
I just sometimes sing - and it's all my bad dreams ..

Bad dreams ... dreams ... Bad bad dreams ...