Текст песни Операция Пластилин - Босиком по городу

I draw a punk rock and silver age,
I dissolve in the mist of his cigarette,
My city is woven from thousands of others like me,
Doctor, write me some poison,
To wake up one day with no memory
And build the universe again
Without the shackles, without sin, without the pale ...

I do not dream, as the house becomes a bottom
As mulled wine warm hands warm tart
As of the droppers in the veins flows the spring
Doctor, I write out a cure for sleep
To night I slept one night
When the smoke-filled coffee in the kitchen
And then barefoot through the city

Turning forever purple ice
Suddenly I get scared at the thought,
What is my city quietly creeping into the window -
Doctor, I write out a magic prick
That poetry crumble leaves
The outgoing glaucous summer
To all to the limit, sincere ..

and then to light and cold
and then even lead shot ..
Only barefoot to the city ..