Текст песни I.F.K. - В волосах - аромат высоковольтных линий

The hair - the aroma of high voltage lines
Plunges into the eyes of evil splinter, child
All words are doomed to wither, as willows on the urban ponds

They say we have no future - do not believe!
They say: we will not arrive - do not believe!
And you do not believe, do not believe it!
There, on top there is a door in the green corridor, where we will find love

Dirty bar ...
Au revoir, vanilla innocence
Secret dream trembling in her hands
Do not break the piggy bank days
Thin diary pages do not keep a midnight conversation

On the last day of the summer was the smoke wall and cried geisha: a world of bad!

They say he still throw you - believe me!
They say you have to be lonely - believe me!

Forget our conversation