Текст песни Владимир Валах - Синусоида

I have no country because she
Maybe not mine if there is a war.
Will take my burgrel on the ninth floor,
Give her under the warehouse of the Karabinins and knives,
And I do not want so, I'm a patient patient,
I have five albums reading and crest,
If the session is passing, I will become a programmer,
The rest for me is all a solid garbage

My life up-down sinusoid
Yes no elevator on the ninth floor,
All the way my crooked sinusoid
And in Spring Street - dandelions already.
My life up-down sinusoid
I would like to fly away, hinders the cornice,
All the way my crooked sinusoid
I sit on the window, having fallen down

My life up-down sinusoid
Yes no elevator on the ninth floor,
All the way my crooked sinusoid
And in Spring Street - dandelions already.
My life up-down sinusoid
I would like to fly away, rushed about the cornice,
All the way my crooked sinusoid
I sit on the window, having fallen down