Lyrics Операция Пластилин - Босиком по городу

I'm drawn by punk rock and the silver age
I dissolve in the fog of my cigarettes
My city is woven of thousands of the same as me
Doctor, write me some poison ..
To wake up one day without memory
And build the universe again
Without shackles, without sins, without pale

I dream about everything, how the house becomes a bottom
How mulled wine warms hands with astringent warmth
How to drain the veins from the spring
Doctor give me a cure for sleep
That night I did not sleep the night alone
When coffee in the kitchen smoky
And then barefoot in the city

Turning forever to violet ice
Suddenly, it becomes frightening at the thought that,
That my city is silently creeping out the window
Doctor, write me a magic injection
To fall asleep in verse, leaves
In the passing blue of summer
To all to the limit, sincerely ..

and then so that it's light and cold
and then at least lead to shoot ..
only to barefoot around the city ..