Текст песни Контора Кука - По тонкому льду

But I born into the world
Restless Alfred .
He pokes the earth in his mouth ,
Water drink from the swamps ,
He wears a cloak of living mice .
The judge said the issue - Ok ,
We'll take it in the first snow ,
With us and Lucas Bay .

But some Matisse ,
Mal Fedot , but not that ,
Red color of the eye ,
Relieve plaster and forth .
He dances a dance of fire
Amputations feelings.
We'll take it early in the morning ,
On thin ice.