Текст песни Илья Чёрт - Сны идиота....

And here came another jerk to home
How it all began with a song: & quot; Be kind & quot ;,
I used to live in a strait-shirt.
I said: & quot; I need you here? & Quot ;. A and fuck!

And that's all, who am I really?
I look at the reflection in the dirty
Showcase in the liquor store, I reached
Nervous middle.

That's life! For the idiots do not have laws!
Undermine a crowded train!
Light the newspaper in an apartment fire.
It's better than all the gates that go with the world

And let it hang a thousand years on the bank,
Nefig climb into a well in his native kirzachah
And I'm still waiting for the arrival of black planes. Ooh ...
Dreams idiot. Ooh ...
Dreams idiot. Ooh ...
Dreams idiot. Ooh ...

And inside were filled with quail,
And inside, scorched vodka in the womb
On the coals hell my soul fry
Like, you're good to demons zagrobil
Oh my God! Heathen kneel
Blow home or in one direction
It is unlikely that life began

And I'm still waiting for the arrival of black planes. Ooh ...
Dreams idiot. Ooh ...
Dreams idiot. Ooh ...
Dreams idiot. Ooh ..