Текст песни Энтропия рационального - Игрушечный мир

Doggie did not hurt
After all the pain crushed cars
Cardboard doll burn
They did not save the White Prince
From a long face smiles
Seam
And I see the dead spots
Glued persons

This is a children's toy world
The plastic carousel
In which it is easy
Laugh and sing about love
But there is no and there will be love
The children have long grown up
And our intoxicating wine
Already transformed into blood

White tablecloth leads
Light the way to the grave
The last song froze
In the square window
Lovely night for love
No more power
I walked over to her all life
But they said she died

This is a children's toy world
The plastic carousel
In which it is easy
Laugh and sing about love
But there is no and there will be love
The children have long grown up
And our intoxicating wine
Already transformed into blood

Invented noon Leafs
Images in Neva
I see an angel dancing
With a bottle of July in the hands of
Nailed to the bed
On the morning of fun
And the angel laughs and teases
In all languages

This is a children's toy world
The plastic carousel
In which it is easy
Laugh and sing about love
But there is no and there will be love
The children have long grown up
And our intoxicating wine
Already transformed into blood

Toys are scattered
Children hang like Judas
And I do not understand once
But how they can understand
Scandals are ridiculous
And the mountains of broken dishes
Trampled brains on the pavement
So difficult it is to collect

This is a children's toy world
The plastic carousel
In which it is easy
Laugh and sing about love
But there is no and there will be love
The children have long grown up
And our intoxicating wine
Already transformed into blood

I believe in happiness
And eternally burning sun
Flashlight burned
Wilted flower
Optimism vanishes
When finishes to the stems
When you see all those
Who's your world trampled

This is a children's toy world
The plastic carousel
In which it is easy
Laugh and sing about love
But there is no and there will be love
The children have long grown up
And our intoxicating wine
Already transformed into blood