Текст песни Вышел покурить - под холодным пледом

I squander what then will not return
It bends the meaning of the song is sung
flight over the precipice, falling into the past
from the knife does not save the leather jacket
false thoughts were back
this is not the balm, I just piss in the soul
vein zayuzat to holes dug grave
Memory stamped, set fire to and threw
moments catching spinning, knives will be included in the back
time to time with the past, test the strength of
bluish skin color
needle on cotton wool
briefly about the main five
would spark
palms on the wound, but I did not turnikmen
difficult teenager or a difficult poet
year run, and I'm still in place
I am trying to catch up with the present, take the train
closely among plants
with years of age
something that heated up in a spoon - flows through the vein
under the cold blanket of heat balances sought
lousy business
what will lead not know
It can not be good all the inconsistencies in the words
come in without knocking, the guard fell asleep at the watch
I chose one of the two, rather than one of two
I use your head, but listened to the rumors
which leads shafёr this cosmic tram
dreams come true
pour, Comrade
janitor strike drunken broom body
conversation topic, chances are lost
purely in the autumn - whitefish, balcony, cough
new jeans will affect benches painted
high humidity
lick the bare wire
hot girls in such a cold room
a deflection stuck in concrete slabs
digging into people, but there are hush-hush
I can not get used to such sharp turns
everything slowly comes to an end
You see, here it is