Текст песни Пик и Клаксон - Камнем вниз

I would like to find,
Who would call me.
And almost I found it:
I made a mistake a hundred percent

He offered me something,
What I've been painted,
What I paid at a white sheet.
This is not to blame anyone,
And I nodded understandingly,
And I heard a strange whistling.

heavy bridle
I left one at the bottom,
And almost forgot it
Again, I was wrong on all hundred

Throwing off his dirty coat,
I have trodden the top of the rocks -
I wanted them to call her.
This is not to blame anyone
I just ripped the skin itself,
Is not it better to fly a bird ...

And here I was hanging from the roof
And now I'm flying like a stone
I flew a flock of birds
I see among them tits
I noticed a bed from a height
How well smell the flowers on it ...