Текст песни Krec - Паром через

Day follows night in boxes of spleen
Dreams are melting like smoke, but someone does not sleep
Year, followed by another at times we are sad
Value at the end of the way the ferry across the River Styx

Climbing the vertical, is burned to ashes
Once fell into a trap, we skarayut boilers
Upsides in full for the case
And in the words of boiling tar on the trunks
Power throws soldiers in cities
Caravan pass, in the pocket of a pair of cottages
The Golden Horde radical: Arafat
Smoke a cigar out of the window - Jordan
Leningrad - giant tycoon - Kanibaev,
Illegal - limit on the courts
Poison breaks into the larynx, the buzz - the curve path
Servant and brother will sell for kropal
There is normally a precipice forty
To the tavern for a glass stopar in the footsteps
From his father - fume, denies the fact
I wrote in the diaries slowly

Day follows night in boxes of spleen
Dreams are melting like smoke, but someone does not sleep
Year, followed by another at times we are sad
Value at the end of the way the ferry across the River Styx

November travel along the pits leaves layers
Peter loyal: in each elevator button accordions
Littered, even afraid to go out of the house
Outcasts wandered in search of antidotes
December: the wind and sleet, tore the roof
Went to break past the stalls poluprognivshih
Closer to the Haymarket, seeing luxury duplicitous Senor
The poor orphans that for the higher ranks only raw materials
City breathes spring, again write all night
Wad of notes stuck in the throat choking
The poster chislo..i no extra hours
What would embroider words something better
Rap without make-up and show just the time has come
We test the strength again
Not for the rustle of banknotes Sui neck in the noose
And for those who have not joined Account