Текст песни Дофильтро - Билет в один конец

Spoon in Sacot, Green "Fedor", harness
Waiting for a dirty coffee table
Knees fucked cried satisfied
Flusted piece of Falga on Old Tomik Tolkien
Light breakdowns compress light
Easy raid bent on a stupid smile
Trembling hands are poured into a spoon
What really recently has a black day
Spaciously a bit in the area of ​​the paha
Completely immeasured the usual injection
Shield from the world closed from white velvet
And under the slope rolls life with a clown leaning
In Lono Illusions, Flight, Nirvana
Warms of Estrase from the throat
The birth of the world watched he first
Eyes in Sunset - Dawn Night ...
And the gold can be empty, torn to pieces
Quietly on the edge of the table will crawl:
"Moorchochka is a sweet missed miss .."
"-No, nothing personal and not with evil! .."
Said the needle and pushed through,
By typing to the dirty covered table:
"-This here, like everyone else you do not need to tear!
Here hell !!! not escape without talent !!! "