Текст песни Slim - По-прежнему

Enemies and friends keep beside him,
 I do not fly low, as a pawn to queen crown.
 Three sips of whiskey to the rotating Earth.
 Years like seagulls - just fly in a row.

 And who will be next, if the sky is crying hail,
 What grapes falling on black marble.
 Get your map, the course lay on the equator.
 In the trunk of the cross for the truth, the tank is filled.

 You are not afraid, come on, be deceived,
 As the last emperor, crushed by the new government.
 Burned on the red stars, they do not go out on the Spassky -
 The ninth control state security

 Dark red passport, hope for tomorrow,
 Nakinet passion suit astronaut.
 From this odyssey - we do not return.
 Rainy Day - come to the dispute.

 After all, I'm not 20, but in the special area of ​​operations,
 Beetles on the plantation - it is necessary to eat.
 In terms of gravity - Moscow 2012.
 There will have to stay - this is the last station