Текст песни Дэн Дягилев - Стучи моё сердце

Scraping behind the collar March
Steps on the asphalt are silent
In hours, despite the infarction
Knocking hammers

In the glasses the time is punctured
The ruble is populated with axes
Maya feathers flash
They finish us with calenders

And they fooled me with two bullets
In the attic windows of the attic
And I was stuck in a barrel
Tucked into the very tonsils

I was boarded
My house officially passed away
Do not touch the boards with socks
The poet on the rope swayed

By visor black body
Poet in joy of success
I want a crumpled bed
Over the body of a hot echo

And I want an insole under the stage
And I want to stick under the tanks
Himself to take a price
And I just want to go beyond

Let me remain myself
How we remember summer
At the bottom of an empty binge
Cartridge in the fist of the pistol

Leaping of floors pre-emptively
Two meters in the ground near Moscow
To whom it is always not so painful
Who is a little less bloodless

Your twists and turns of the gate
My adjustable wrenches
And suddenly we are lucky
Knock my heart beating