Текст песни Вера Полозкова - Мантра

I wait for silence for a while, and then declare my royal
will: "Warriors, I know you can handle it.
God left me
Left me in charge.
You have to do as I want "

Instead of two boutiques on Bolshaya Nikitskaya: "Draftsman" - they sell notebooks and
musical scores, "Sweet tooth" - with the same smells inside.
Ani no longer keeps her mind in hell,
And does not draw along the brush with a "Die, die" razor.
Cancer becomes curable in its terminal stage.
Igor is alive, and he turned twenty-three.

The machines behind the guys are turning into bass guitars.
Shiraz flows from every deep wound.
And all the knocked down cats end up under the headlights
Just rags thrown along the tracks.
Yes, and you and I wake up old tomorrow ...
and in the same bed
this time