Текст песни Операция Пластилин - В городе с белыми стенами

In a city with white walls
With your problems
Running away from doctors
There is no concept of pain ...
Everyone here is sick in his own way.
And each in his own way is healthy ..

Oh, oh, a little light will save us
From a broken window
Ooh oh last cigarette smoke
This is bullshit..
This is bullshit..
This is bullshit..

Upstairs accept decrees
Poets die in the hallways
The radio will die, spring will cry
About how in a white city
He shot himself in the head ..
Not having time to count to a hundred ..

Oooh on the table bends lines
In your hand is my hand
Oooh that without anesthesia
This is bullshit..
This is as always ..
It doesn’t matter ..

Paranoia hospital windows
Consciousness boils on the stove
And then the good doctor arrives
And spreads all some rubbish ..

Oh, oh, a little light will save us
From a broken window
Ooh oh last cigarette smoke
This is bullshit..
This is bullshit..
This is bullshit..

Oooh on the table bends lines
In your hand is my hand
Oooh that without anesthesia
This is bullshit..
This is as always ..
It doesn’t matter ..