Lyrics Соломенные Еноты - Недосмотренный сон

I am Lysycin, I am a pilot,
My wings were taken away
Sitting with grief I drink boiling water
In the den of a cold empty apartment

A flock of flying throats
Crosses on the body of the sky
He embroiders a bitch-out
But I will never go
To the edge without memory,
An hour without time,
In the dark yard,
Blacked house,
Snack!

Today everything is calm here
But once there was a massacre here-
The meat grinders rolled along the rails
And cut everyone who is frisky

Time will whistle into a whistle
Touches his hands quietly,
And again some kind of yulka
It conducts some kind of laziness
To the edge without memory,
An hour without time,
In the dark yard,
Blacked house,
Snack!

And in greenhouses of progress
The missile summer will flow,
Monolith from lead and iron
Will rush to distant planets

But it will still be tired
Freeze the traveler at the bus stop,
Indifferent to yawn stations,
And rustling funerals in the corners -
Here is a land without memory
An hour without time,
In the dark yard,
Blacked house,
Snack!

The jungle was taken from us,
We have taken a danger from us
Communal apartments, vodka coupons
And even perestroika and publicity

Here are the stars of the big bear
Everything that comes true will not notice
And we are left one romance:
Fall down, down, down ...