Текст песни KoSS - Лирическая,пятнистая...

I here decided to dilute my sad notes and move my dull thoughts away from me
To broadcast for the boys those words you need to resurrect tired eyes a little dull
People are used to resting on Sundays or going to church and begging for forgiveness.
And in war, as in war, everything from luck for boys has two, three birthdays
In winter, in the evenings, the tribe is near the "potbelly stove" and in the spring with the first sun streams will run
And we, like children with bullets, sometimes play blind man's buff from the side of us all it would be time to fuse all
And only in times like a truce can you sit quietly and listen to the lyrics
While the FM wave is singing writhing facial expressions to us, we are waiting for the order to start our "Valkyrie"

Girls girls from the front are waiting for the boys casting their eyes languidly in early spring
Girls girls with lyrics in their little hands will meet kissing will not let you sleep

And I sit with such a remote control telly, I click and watch how the nation bends down every day
The texts of profonation are clicking with their teeth, and the main boss of the country has promised rotation
And somewhere the patsyki transmit information with their cipher via a closed radio
It is necessary to do defragmentation without dust noise along the strip where there is emigration
Such lyrics are embroidered by tracer songs in the evenings like medicine is drunk
The day-watch is set instead of the Kalash alarm clock in the corner; he is sad temporarily like an orphan
We are like spotted hyenas here such a fashion Paris Hilton is resting with her chest of drawers
The main thing is Schaub Dill has always grown in the garden, and this lyrics to be picked up by the people ...