Текст песни Василий К и Интеллигенты - Игра в ящик

Salad by the Roots

My favorite runs to me pushing Dead
The kitten jumped on the launch button that can be fine again
And even if they need a king-Communist to give birth to him Orthodox soldiers
And let launching into space ax
Here I go again, and I'm glad

I went back to the roots tripped over them and ёbnulsya nose of the barrel
When darkness came down and saw a spark to whom I have come
In ancient gnarled bark crevices with a love of things with lots of words
Under the rules of the millennial game
Swarming ants

Ahmed put me in opium tea and told us poherallah
Adam Persson said Vasse sorry you are not a Swede you have no customs in the brain
I fully agree with both but was third and he was bolshoooooy
If you meet him you can not learn
The pictures he is not the same

I believe that the best you can
So drop in on us often
I was told by the security guard at the entrance of Man
This club plays in a box

Game A A A A A A
In the box

Thick rope in the sun somebody 6 string
Endless Eve touches as saying the country is called
Why is it somehow is called who and why she needed to hell
What is the meaning of these spots on the map
In response, as always screams and silence

The most recent deaf predawn moonless night among yurts
At this hour the horse falls in this hour camel stands
I came across this narodec YO! as well as a picture and sad
Years path among tribal camps
Eaters shit

But I believe that the best you can
So drop in on us often
And as far as I know this language
This club plays in a box

Game A A A A A A
In the box

Priests and shamans energetically promoting supermarkets for the soul
I went looking touched left them nothing to offer me
In all departments of some crutches whatsoever on the labels
My soul is weak, though she is not talking but chromium

The street festival pierced vampire and me had he not spared
But I would not be spared and the hero that he flunked
And when he tells me to his homeland persecuting Die traitor scum
I will answer Do not spoil your holiday I am dancin 'with tears in my eyes

I believe that the best you can
I can see who's the real
I was told when to sell tickets
This club plays in a box

Game A A A A A A
In the box

I play everything from afar like the ant
I love that he loves me because she is me
Currently just a flower on the window he needs to grow a lot of days and nights
Watered by the blood of his
Only its

This is not you tell Gurdjieff nor any Factory of stars
This is not a word anywhere because it seriously
When we played with Komarov Ropes flew dead nigger in my neck
And at that moment I realized
Here I go again, and I'm alive!

This path is the longest
And I later found or started
But this way the faithful

This game box