Текст песни пластика - сливки

They scattered, who where
And our gods sometimes
let them feel
that we are not here.
They scattered, who why
and banking system codes
we don't hack
Without writing a sonnet.

Let's take cream from us rather,
Let's make a movie soon!
On that plate
You listened to "Milk it",
And there are guitars with a wall.

The house will be trains,
But, my god, how long I have been waiting
And the throat was bubbling with hoarse!
Rigans of cities
envied us for
That we burst into their concrete world.

Let's take cream from us rather,
Let's make a movie soon!
On that plate
You listened to "Milk it",
And there are guitars with a wall.