Текст песни В'луже - пикник на обочине

Peace
In which people are locked
They do not understand that life is like a cold with a cough
And that was when it is reasonable to
Just picture just somebody's whim
And the wanderer will say bad
the city will not leave anyone alive
And if the word kill the patient
Feel for a moment as well
Try Again
The world closes in shackles by hunger
Again naked randomly
tochesh the new
back pain
The painting covered all black
Paint and rust burning fire
From words to blows with blood
And careless peace
I blithely ill
I start on a new look at the sky with you
And I'm a wanderer
It looks like a bum
And dick knows where to run
wind pushes us
So it is a pity that once again overcast
And the pipe burn
So kindly do you call yourself
Like jumping into a fairy tale
again the danger
We get lost in paints
Snow closes that was in vain
And I cry
What the fuck good luck
Picnic
On the side
And the blood on delivery
With cigarettes
And again curse the delusion
What has been said
And the people I cook penalty

(Music prvrln -. 3. perpetual prisoner)