Текст песни Вася Мышьяк - Про птиц

Torkils of birds seed in the area
Look gaze inward in you
They clearly outlined the zone
Get beak to your eye
They are the lard of squirrel and pupils
And sing picking in the orphanages
Nerve, vascular sheath
Without forgetting to pinch the cornea

What to do, they are just birds
And bird laws live
In the late summer, fly abroad
Foreign eyes flashes
Like a similar thing to them
And no one will dare to judge
After all, the prosecutor is a blind body
Unable and to plant birds