Lyrics Илюша Белый - Станция Мир
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Все тумблеры на on
и космос без нот
гашетку в пол, старый красный совковый сон
под слезы и стон, сажали новых на трон
садились сами под стол и ждали звон
вороньих глаз на улицах Москвы и МО
дружба, народ, серп и молот мол
взамен рябое лицо, и старый Оскол
в небе Аполлон, главный сердцу милый фон
но позабыт давно, как советские авто
кому нужны эти звезды и звездный гол
просто раз ожечь руку жаром банкнот
просто позабыть про космос, но грянет гром
они расплатятся за то, что не смогли помочь
все так же стар блеск позолоты икон
но кажется соленым как киношный попкорн
все больше паленых бород, паленых поп
но походу поп не понял этот прикол
записки психопата это как новый закон
но был и старый, чо, помянем Ноздрева
только третий свод не дожил, стал последним томом
поэтому и Дойль вместе с Мэри Фоули
скоро все придет обратно к малышке Долли
Дно ли это? или новый троянский пони?
Шуток кроме, кроме новых старых технологий
Добавить в сахар соли и сжечь все иконы
Лучше падать ртом в словесный компот
Хуже корчить дом, семью и покой
Туже затянуть ремень и прыгнуть в огонь
Легче растянуть подол и биться лбом
All toggle switches on
and space without notes
the trigger in the floor, the old red sovok dream
under tears and moans, put new on the throne
sat themselves under the table and waited for the bell
Crow's eyes on the streets of Moscow and MO
friendship, people, hammer and sickle
instead pock-marked face, and old Oskol
Apollo in the sky, the main heart of a cute background
but forgotten long ago, like Soviet cars
who needs these stars and a starry goal
just burn my hand with the heat of banknotes
just forget about space, but the sound of thunder
they will pay for not helping
still the old glitter of icons gold
but it seems salty like cinema popcorn
more burning beards, burning pop
but the campaign did not understand this joke
psychopathic notes this is like a new law
but there was also an old one, Cho, remember Nozdreva
only the third vault did not live, became the last volume
so doyle together with mary foley
soon everything will come back to baby dolly
Is it the bottom? or a new trojan pony?
Jokes except, except for new old technologies
Add salt to sugar and burn all icons
It is better to fall mouth verbal compote
Worse to pull the house, family and rest
Tighten the strap too tight and jump into the fire
Easier to stretch the hem and beat his forehead
and space without notes
the trigger in the floor, the old red sovok dream
under tears and moans, put new on the throne
sat themselves under the table and waited for the bell
Crow's eyes on the streets of Moscow and MO
friendship, people, hammer and sickle
instead pock-marked face, and old Oskol
Apollo in the sky, the main heart of a cute background
but forgotten long ago, like Soviet cars
who needs these stars and a starry goal
just burn my hand with the heat of banknotes
just forget about space, but the sound of thunder
they will pay for not helping
still the old glitter of icons gold
but it seems salty like cinema popcorn
more burning beards, burning pop
but the campaign did not understand this joke
psychopathic notes this is like a new law
but there was also an old one, Cho, remember Nozdreva
only the third vault did not live, became the last volume
so doyle together with mary foley
soon everything will come back to baby dolly
Is it the bottom? or a new trojan pony?
Jokes except, except for new old technologies
Add salt to sugar and burn all icons
It is better to fall mouth verbal compote
Worse to pull the house, family and rest
Tighten the strap too tight and jump into the fire
Easier to stretch the hem and beat his forehead