Текст песни КоТ ШрёдингерА - На Белой Скатерти

With black soul
In the thumbs and in the latitudes
Yes, in a mother-mother
Yes, in vodka rings
Leo sister still
And then I will go into myself
Let everyone sleep there for a long time
Let them not wait for me there

On a white tablecloth
Porter spot
To such and such a mother
Again from a hangover I
From hopelessness
In bed-shelter
On the dumping
Yes, with reassignment

On a fragile boat
On the sea of ​​drunken tears
But who would prompted
Where the hell
Hanged again
On the wires of the moon
Again we are kings
On a throne from shit