Текст песни Василий Шумов - Тревога

Roofs of houses with a slide, the roof slides with me,
Howling gale.
Under the roof flows attic loft flows from me,
The walls flowing water.
Home Dneproges not cut down,
I do not do not get into that,
It is necessary to react.

I hit with a hammer in the rail,
I hit with a hammer in the rail.
Anxiety.
Anxiety.

Water, water all comes
On the tenth floor, this does not happen,
I have not seen a similar on TV.
The flat brim filled with water,
I caught on a snag under the ottoman,
For myself saying goodbye to friends.
The water level fast asleep,
I thought, and stood up.
In his hand a hammer, in the corner of a wet rail.

I hit with a hammer in the rail,
I hit with a hammer in the rail.
Anxiety.
Anxiety.

The whole body covered with algae,
But I've been in adulthood,
nothing surprised I'm used to.
In short, enough to debate,
I decide everything repaired:
I unload sand drag izvёstku.
Enthusiasm on the wet spot
I dedicate my uncle and father in law -
Long live my relatives.
Ceiling smeared over white,
And I still do not climb into his work.
Activity is boundless and infinite.

I hit with a hammer in the rail,
I hit with a hammer in the rail.
Anxiety.
Anxiety.