Текст песни Удачи, мистер Горски - Теория Струн

Damn Mars declared war on us,
"Titanic" with the past goes to the bottom,
And the sun in a straitjacket
crawling to the window.

According to string theory
love completely passes in the morning -
Grains of common sense
fall in barren soil.

Personal life is good,
reset unnecessary ballast -
foam, foam.
Eternal flame
alcohol pours someone else.
I had finished and leaving,
I hope I'm not built like a house of cards.
And the lights die, and I watch as slowly melts
whiskey with ice.

Hangover respectfully waiting until the morning,
The head Malevich paints the square,
Instant coffee predictably tasteful losses

The player is locked mad Thom Yorke,
Night wears clothes like February.
Turnout and passwords memory certainly will merge.