Текст песни Похитители велосипедов - Число Пи

My ublyudstvo nobody will add happiness
And I'll be revealing the wrist tenderly remember.
How it torn apart,
My cold heart.
Have you hugged me,
And he tried to kiss passionately.

Torn frames, and motion-picture film.
That is the prospect of tomorrow.
I vlezbiyanilsya to you, most do not want.
At night I die,
And the universe is going to eat me for breakfast.
At night I will die, and all of you will fall off.

But do not forget about me.
There, among the stars, I'll be waiting for your letters.
Razbroshenny billions of miles,
As the sequence of your idiotic numbers.

That was the end of summer.
That's behind us,
Lights Petersburg ghetto
Quietly shining in the distance.