Текст песни Дмитрий Вагин - Выдыхать

the brain is like dried apricots,
catches better than gaiters.
yes .you behind enemy lines,
but there is a happy ticket ....
paper...
raga-jaga in the ears
the beat of the heart to the beat
this is just an illusory march
in spite of the run to the rational good ...

etc...
hear it's time to exhale
you have to exhale
hear it's time to exhale
you have to exhale

my words are straining
and throw them by ...
all thoughts are only about the sun,
summer ... somewhere ... on the coast of Crimea.
your glamorous bitch has already bought creams
but you don’t know what to do with her in the Crimea without a make-up,
when she whispers plaintively: "can we talk, love?"

etc...

and time with the twenty-first
became mannered but less nervous
lines and flags are not the best plugin ...
just have fun first.
they suck you off the TV screen
and you want the Madonna and are afraid of the Quran ...
it’s too early to consider everyone
but understand such a program

etc...

I will remember knowledge
previously acquired:
any flight leads to a fall
or to the edge to combustion ...
what mania?
Mom, I’m not even ashamed
due to the sophistication of suicide methods.
and I drive like a pony
but only that I understood-
be you trash chasing
or rocker in agony ...
even charisma with a huge libido
and if you inhaled
you have to exhale ...