Текст песни MerryRuzvel't - Записки Истерика

Get off scrip , spit at the ceiling
as it were not so, I would do everything I could.

inward , draw a mask on his sleeve ,
lose napostili people can not, a lot of ideas ...
go scrip , spit at the ceiling
as it were not so, I would do everything I could.

forgotten moments , the clock does not stop , they do not remember
throwing memory abandoned days
remission of joys , the former things ..
words do not stop them ,
words do not make the picture brighter than others
It would be a place in the life of the hall
I moved off the land pofigizmom .