Lyrics Чайф - Дурные сны

Another advance, another calculation -
And someone's eye from behind me cuts,
He counts my money, my songs, and counts the days ...

Perhaps he is a messiah, and maybe a neighbor -
But I do not believe in messiahs and there are no neighbors at home,
And there are no cracks in the wall - and this is not an eye, but a gun ...

No, it's not a gun, it's just spring.
Perhaps it's time - winter is already drunk to the bottom ...
Or maybe a yellow traffic light just shines with black light?

But I opened my eyes - there is no traffic light nearby,
Traffic lights on the roads - it's just nonsense,
And the stewardess announces: "The madhouse has no landing ..."

Receivers of waste paper went to the parade -
In the hands of balloons, like a bunch of grenades.
They are going to war us and trampling us behind a number of rows ...

I hear a locomotive whistle in the distance -
No, it's not a locomotive, but a police whistle,
And maybe just smells in my pocket dirty sock ...

No I'm not punk, and not even from a new wave,
I do not wear a hairstyle on end and trousers & quot; bananas & quot ;,
I just sing sometimes - and this is all my bad dreams ..

Bad dreams ... Bad dreams ... Bad dreams ...