Lyrics Ночные снайперы - чего хотят эти люди

what do these people want? hide the sun in the palm of your hand and do not burn yourself. spring starts on saturday. traps breathe in the fog. guard your nerves: spring is on the hunt. what do these people want? poison me with my truth. hammer me with your text. what a shallow time - without silver and heroes - for them to hide the sun in the palm of their hand and not to get burned yet! but I stopped getting sick. there is nothing more to do here. what do these people want? the flow of money and power. smells of money from money. from the power of blood and death. carries lilac gas. the inevitability is quite clear: we smell of the death of happiness. there is nothing more to do here. there is nothing more to do here. cardiograms and dash lines paragraphs and dots in true fabulous Russian without commas against the rules. read like in childhood stealth. bookmark looks from the book. I feel good to be alone I feel good to be alone there is air to fly.