Текст песни Наутилус Помпилиус - Синоптики

White weather forecasters, smooth nights,
Symented to survive in Lutch my
You made us a good warm, good of light,
We became moving in fatal poses

Pets of children and aspirate widows,
Incorporated jazz in commune quaps,
I have a headache every new note,
Trying to understand what the secret force
What hope in you, what love,
Without songs, without ppolidays,
Without gestures without words

Hpaniters of the mystery of the Camo Bologov,
Attached the stacks of non-personal mothers,
Leaving girls under white connect
And have them there, dance under tamamama

Lovers of Cyni natural dishes,
Gypmans Tpaps and Pissile Foods,
You will be generous boiling,
And every day you love and every day you are looking for

Instilling hope in you, inhaling love,
Without songs, without ppolidays,
Without gestures without words

Chacha-Papa Papa-Vili-Vili-Pok
Chacha-Papa Papa-Vili-Vili-Pok
Chacha-Papa Papa-Vili-Vili-Pok
Chacha-Papa Papa-Vili-Vili-Pok

Craftsmen Khpanka SypPeyskiy YZ,
Having tried women from childhood, not affection,
You know the force from the long Pazlyk,
Any apartment looks after you

Defaults of shares of uncess ideas,
You hear the music of copper byddy,
You are clear to the language of silent children,
Here everyone comes the night

Instilling hope in us, inhaling love,
Without songs, without ppolidays,
Without gestures without words

Chacha-Papa Papa-Vili-Vili-Pok
Chacha-Papa Papa-Vili-Vili-Pok
Chacha-Papa Papa-Vili-Vili-Pok
Chacha-Pap Papaya-Vili Vili