Текст песни Пилот - Сумасшедший

Bask in the painted stove
Listen to the voice of the non-existent ,
He quietly sing to you about the good,
Beautiful , which is full of your house .
Where is he , do you think it silishsya
And at night , creating strange thoughts ,
Come to the already battered phrase
It is better to leave it for later.

And met his name on one of the graves ,
You horror feel that you have been ,
And that you will dream instead ,
To care for her, watering flowers .

The feast that did not gave me joy,
That evening , that all of us put in place ,
Delivered us from the fun,
Which we had in the morning.
Homeless in the battles lost someone mind
Reminds me of the city burned ,
Where instead of snowing ash
Where I ran only yesterday.
And remember your name for one of the tables
You horror feel that you're not ready
Correct the mistakes done in that way ,
What is done in a way ...