Текст песни Гражданская Оборона - Очередь за солнцем на холодном углу

Buckwheat champing strong personality
Verbal diarrhea zealous cavalry
You zabeysya in juicy dimples
The soft holes
bullets left
It is better to knock than is tapping.
Anonymous philosophy sold themselves alive
For a huge song
buried alive
In summer tires worn out proclamations
Liberally moistened with psychoanalysis.
United front in vain doth rest
Snuloy fish wasted potency
You're leading fucking on new exploits!
The frozen twig intoxication
Kovyrni, kovyrni in soapy brew
Unbearable innocent past.
The soap brew eaten bread.

And the sky is still exactly the same
as if you
not sold.

Intended victim outstretched beak.
Em Am Em H
Effort seedy anger.
G Am
Waiting for the sun to cool the corner.
     H Em Am Em H
I sit on the wheels, you sit on the needle.
    
Otrygnuv doubt, rolled up sleeves,
It is not easy soldier among lush grass.
If he had been sighted - I would be blind.
And if I were dead - he would have been alive.
     
So my body Search the same gnarled hand.
Me into his paralyzed peace.
I do not zastremaet change places.
Squealer not issue - a pig will not eat.
     
It hurts so red-hot weld.
In an open wound so raw land.
From home bed but the last round.
From kreyzovoy grace but in the underground.

Lose: the couplet.
Losing.
     
The planned harvest outstretched look.
Lost illusions belated oppression.
Waiting for the sun to cool the corner.
I sit on the wheels - you sit on the needle.
Waiting for the sun to cool the corner.
I sit on the wheels - you sit on the needle.