Текст песни Илья Черт - Сны идиота

And here came another jerk to home
How it all began with a song: "Be kind"
I used to live in a strait-shirt.
I said, "I need you here?". A and fuck!

And that's all, who am I really?
I look at the reflection in the dirty
Showcase in the liquor store, I reached
Nervous middle.

That's life! For Nerds are no laws!
Undermine a crowded train!
Light the newspaper in an apartment fire.
It's better than all the lies, that will leave in peace

And let hang a thousand years he birch,
Nefig climb. You are withered, and how well
And I'm still waiting for the arrival of black planes. Ooh ...
Dreams of an idiot. Ooh ...
Dreams of an idiot. Ooh ...
Dreams of an idiot. Ooh ...

And inside were filled with quail,
And inside, in the womb of scorched vodka
On charcoal hell my soul fry

Like, you're good to demons zagrobil
Oh my God! Heathen kneel
Blow home or in one direction
It is unlikely that life began

And I'm still waiting for the arrival of black planes. Ooh ...
Dreams of an idiot. Ooh ...
Dreams of an idiot. Ooh ...
Dreams of an idiot. Ooh ...