Текст песни Welcome to Omsk - Местные

Welcome to the city, from which there is no return
It is difficult not to get into it, but do not get back
No prohibition signs, and without paying the fare
We drive to where time itself eats
Here, from the twilight skies flakes falls sleep
Instead of hours of sand not down and up streams it
On all sides you hear the whisper of ancient times
On the signs do not have names, but have no street names
Types of paranoia, panorama complex drug trips
As the razor cuts the minds of those who are not used
But constrained by language, too weak to explain
Where the labyrinth of false leads Ariadne's thread
You can forget that he had left a shadow somewhere along the way
At the old railway halt under the sign of "powder come"
Do not be surprised now that your tracks
Zmeyatsya not behind, but somewhere ahead of
For a black ribbon of forest trails, over the blind crowd
Drops on acidic ground his steps
Ancient deity in a scarlet robe, he
The bag backpack and place you in store.
It's like Silent Hill, the focus in the style of Emil Kio
Bonus of eight-game hero gives a super-power
On the last level boss is not Krezi Kong, not Godzilla
Bird in a red robe hid the sky wings
On the approach best fighters SWAT psychonauts
We saw yesterday what will happen tomorrow
Their stuff can drill to the core shaft
Magic junkies stronger all - it's a known fact
Maps space tucked into plates
Omsk Baikonur is preparing to launch its missiles
On one of the millions of brilliant planets
Dusty footprints of Buddha prompt us to answer
How to defeat the evil genius creation Muller
As of Muller-home escape by shooting the Fuhrer
How to solve the magic square with engravings by Durer
As Lieutenant Ripley save the planet Fury
Ask what we smoke, which sticks out on the dope we
What magic metal shoot bullets
The head of reality, I will answer, Brac, just you
We are here for a long time, we have roots from Omsk.
Welcome to the city
Of no return
It is easy to get into it,
But do not get back
No prohibition signs
And without paying the fare
We drive to where
Time eats itself
Here, with the twilight skies
Flakes falling dream
Instead of hours of sand
Not down, but he shines up
On all sides heard
Whispers of ancient times
On the signs do not have names,
And the streets do not have names
Types of paranoia,
Panorama complex drug trips
razor cut Mind
those who are not accustomed
constrained language is too weak
to explain
much of the maze
false leads Ariadne thread
You can forget that
left shadow somewhere along the way
at the old small station
under the sign of "Powder come"
Do not be surprised that now,
What are your footprints
Zmeyatsya not behind,
And somewhere ahead
For a black ribbon
Forest trails
On top of the blind mob
Drops on sour land
His steps
Ancient deity
The scarlet robe
He's in the bag Shoulder
And place you in store
It's like Silent Hill
Focus in the style of Emil Kio
Bonus of eight-bit games
Hero gives you superpowers. On
last level boss
Not Crazy Kong, not Godzilla.
Bird in a red robe
Wings of the heaven. On
approach best fighters
SWAT with Psychonauts
Seen yesterday
What will happen tomorrow
Their Staff to the core
You can drill shaft
Magic junkies better than all
It is a known fact
Maps space
Tucking into plates
Baikonur prepares Omsk
To launch its missiles
At one million
diamond planets
Dusty footprints of the Buddha
Prompt us to answer
How to defeat the creature
evil genius Muller
As of the Muller House
Escape the Fuhrer shot dead
How to solve the magic
Square with engravings by Durer
As Lieutenant Ripley
Save the planet Fury
Ask what we smoke
At what sticks out the dope we
What magic metal
We shoot bullets
The head of reality.
I'll tell you brothers just
We are here for a long time
We are back from Omsk