Текст песни Заречнев - Ощущение Винтика

(My words and music)

In mezhzvednom space
No particular problems
With the intended target in the head
Flies surrounded superslozhnyh computer
A simple Soviet man

Not wasting a rocket over the reins
Morally it is the passing cleaner stars

The feeling of space
With a sense of screw
not rhymes
By all the laws

But cherished desire
And direct instructions
The concept of "rhyme" converted
mutely
But of course

Take for example
A small word "bam"
It is certainly proportionate way "BACH"
Do not you think l
With the BAM navyazlo lips
Admit it - we babahnem lips

Lie Romper Burum-feeling in the head
Look how a bird flies proud "Buran"

Feeling satellite
With a sense of Shpuntik
not differ
Though you burst

If something will break
That is easily replaced
Clarifies translated sheds
As the words of the song
it becomes popresney

And someone just picked yourself
On our behalf
Several fatty pieces
In a galaxy quietly
All woodpeckers povymerli
From Concussion

The inability to act and fear
Sunk indistinguishable
We bequeathed to the history of the joke
From birth to grow out of the oven

simple plain
Feeling cloves
Little Street
Eternal freebie

But the vastness of harmony
On the pyramid of the colony
not fit in
Well, fine