Текст песни Пикник - Королевство Кривых

(E.Shklyarsky)

Lights advertising, neon lights
City Beats me in the back, hurrying me.
And I'm not in a hurry - that I breathe,
And what is mine, it does not take away.

A moment more, my wind is not verse.
I like it here, in the kingdom of the curve.
A minute more, ie a minute ... My wind died down.
I like it here, in the kingdom of the curve.

Here money is waiting to be burned,
In their power to take away the happiness and happiness.
But not me - I itself,
And the dark streets beckon me.

A moment more, my wind is not verse.
I like it here, in the kingdom of the curve.
A minute more, ie a minute ... My wind died down.
I like it here...

He is busy playing, and every second,
Yes, every second slow step.
But not me, I'm happy and drunk,
I'm just now starting to breathe.

A moment more, my wind is not verse.
I like it here, in the kingdom of the curve.
A minute more, ie a minute ... My wind died down.
I like it here...