Текст песни Штрафной Батальон Эволюции - Змея

There is a spring masquerade,
There is a growing number of fences,
And the bill for the light increases, and estimates;
Time comes to pay it,
Without masks are already visible,
With snow in February how many days
Lies and invented signs
Can not fools.

Here on wreaths flowers fleece,
To live up to the fall does not work,
While dashing spring - the beginning;
We can not tolerate, you can not get sick -
There can be only okolet,
And I have so many could sing,
If only I did not lectured
Alien whip.

I survived - he squeezed me
He became skinny and timid: I - a snake!
And the soul in a thread skukozhilas,
Left feathers at the stake
And at the stake left fear ...
And in the sensitive hands of sincere
Burrs one empty leather -
And I'm on the run!
And I'm on the run!
And I'm on the run ...

CAM, 04.1998 g