Текст песни Центральный Гастроном - Летая по волнам эфира

Flying over the waves of ether

Flying over the waves of ether
We have grown from a joke
Squeeze the chest to the guitar - lyre
Epiphany hard work
Soul full of beer as a foam
Firmly we hope drunk
Waving a crowbar secret
In the grass ran straight .

Everyone has to find his glass
How dead cockroach inside
The lack of will, the other inflexible
Complex Lenin we go around
Round and round we go in a straight line
Not wanting to be friends with the head
Our complex and fraught with the
The fact that all but us to blame.

May God grant him this wonderful shift
Sure and straight ...

Verse : Em |: | Chorus : Em | D |: | -2r