Текст песни Дмитрий Пестриков - В голове моей тучи безумных идей...

In my head clouds crazy ideas -
Out of the light barriers for talent! -
I am accustomed to crowd under the belly of horses
Riding past the lieutenant.

Furious crowd strained crowd
Run up the crowd at the barriers -
And then it becomes a crowd of & quot; on & quot ;, ass
Spewing curses and groans.

So much was at that moment in my view of the world
Unaccountable, desperate hurried,
What prancing on a gray horse, commander
Surprised said: & quot; Pass! & Quot;

At home, I irritable, harsh and rude.
Households used my astonished,
Seeing how I cried, climbing on cereals ...
Controllers - and those tears.

... He touched, picked up his horse reared,
Volitional resting on the stirrup,
I shook his leg, as the hand of fate ...
Oh, we live in a great time!

Gray horse tail waved goodbye to me,
I went - in front of me parted
Well, my commander rode concert
Musician with the name Gilels.

I easily found a space
After a sluggish kindly hassle:
All of them! Not Eviction! Not that when he visited
Notorious Taganka Theater.

Here is where the cohesion, that's really where the staff,
That's where the voltage returns! ...
All rooting for us - nobody suprotiv:
Monolith without symptoms fermentation!

... I can safely remove from the cases,
I shy before strong, I confess -
But you can not stop me with strength,
When I'm on the football erupts!