Текст песни Dzen - Агент ФСБ

The wires in the head,
Frost on the Neva.
Lie detector rather say,
Why should I hurry to you.

Smoke cigarettes of others.
Electric light.
I knock on the clock, and he did not understand,
How is it that no.

That if an angel, then, whether the agent of the FSB,
That Is the tango, then-whether fakstrot trumpet.
According to legend, the city I grew up in N,
In order to chernutsya to you.

The light in the windows glasses.
Zero minus one.
Faster than the metro, only the wings vetorv,
But only when you apron.

Rain on the hair.
We are at the two poles.
A sip of H2O in debt is not one.
What if you have one.

That if an angel, then, whether the agent of the FSB,
That Is the tango, then-whether fakstrot trumpet.
According to legend, the city I grew up in N,
In order to chernutsya to you.

That if an angel ...
That Is the tango ...
According to the legend...
In order to get back to you.