Текст песни Пустое Множество - Пластилиновая армия

You left quite a bit
For your smile I'll kill god
Blow up the sun, pouring happiness
All those who managed to understand
And may laugh at this nonsense
I only smile at last
A plasticine soldiers there were five hundred

Each cost five cents,
Cardboard prisoner had loopholes
Heat, laughing, multiplied flour
In the dream, they saw the children's hands

Through the rain in the cold edge
I care for all my
Plasticine army
Plasticine Guard

Your smile of death prays
And expand the limits of pain
Eyes, wrinkles.
The old woman, remember, we'll meet somewhere
And plasticine soldiers
Jolly systems go somewhere
To cool stars,
Where the sun does not melt the smiles us

You left quite a bit
For your smile I'll kill god
I kill God
I kill God
I kill God
I kill God
I kill God
I'll have to wait for death,
Vomiting, another verse
And learn how to look at you
First glasses on and then with them.