Текст песни Пилот - 7 часов утра

Past the windows of others is not himself ,
Wind in the neck , on the ice going home.
Podskolznus , fall under the trees leave
His evil laugh ,
All have long wanted to go away from everyone.
That arrived with a red feather boom,
Stabbed in the chest , not fluff .

I know my strength is always with me ,
In his pocket the key to the golden door .
Get drunk , sit in the car ,
And the train will go away,
Where someone is also looking
The world in its own window ,
And can not remember
As far as the memory of evil.
Everything took on the move and jumped .

Gather everything in the bag , that is.
Can sit down on the track .
Seven o'clock in the morning - everyone is sleeping ,
We're leaving,
And in the back we were whistling
And throw stones .
Forget and forgive ,
Nailed the door,
And grow grass,
An hour later, the sloped .