Текст песни ПилОт - Шнур'Ок

All illegally stored secrets escape,
Leaving my doors, flowing through thousands
Castles. Morning barcode scars
On my left hand will tell me,

That our ruffled quickly became disheveled in the wind.
By wires, resonating, carried away to your apartment
My word. We smoke with you,
And on the hands the rings are closed by hand.

Two words, a string, and a string from the ceiling ...
Two words, a string, and a string from the ceiling ...

I do not get a tooth on the tooth, I'm white with rabies
Every time, and again deaf at the tramway
Stop, and the fingers of the trick,
And all the more smiles in the local mentovke.

And it would have been so easy to shout to the blood,
Expect and distribute your heart in a piece
On the pies. Burn, gray mold,
Let me stand up, your world is so tight for them.

Two words, a string, and a string from the ceiling ...
Two words, a string, and a string from the ceiling ...

And there will be children in your back to throw their snowballs,
The whole city, smiling, will listen to your
Calls. Soon you will become yourself
Cross over the curves to other people's addresses.

I, like you, thought that they would come for us,
The collar will be removed, the ear will be scratched
And all will be forgiven. But I sleep at the bowl,
And you ate everything, as a gift of toffee.

Two words, a string, and a string from the ceiling ...
To the faithful dog the lace from the ceiling ...