Текст песни Клим Стронский - счастливые

muffle in rolls of wallpaper,
squeezing out the adhesive from the package,
with each new layer dusherazderayuschim
Rewinding eyelids adhesive tapes
and in the film look of his youth,
and you on the butts,
the same desired.
on highways closing his eyes,
I was running in a different world from you,
but not ran,
I fell, tripped over the wire.
and seeing uezzhayuschy transport,
cried contrasts outgoing happiness.
Nasty is not present and the house of the branches burned
from cold conditions.
we will put bags on their heads
in this small town cracked.
At latches locked rooms,
I live in the corridor next to the garbage,

We will stand on its feet
wheel-chair,
when they come to take away the happiness,
crawling on hands on the tile,
We feel like a real.