Ночные Снайперы - чего хотят эти люди - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

What do these people want? Hide the sun in the palm of your hand and not burn. Spring will begin on Saturday. The traps breathe fog. Protect your nerves: spring goes hunting. What do these people want? poison me with your truth. Fuck me with your text. What a small time - without silver and heroes - they can hide the sun in the palm of their hand and so as not to burn! And I stopped hurting. There is nothing more to do here. What do these people want? Stream of money and power. It smells like poison. From power by blood and death. Bends lilac gas. Inevitability is quite clear: we smell of the death of happiness. There is nothing more to do here. There is nothing more to do here. Cardiograms and lines of Tire paragraphs and points on a faithful fairy -tale Russian without commas against the rules. Read as in childhood furtively. The bookmark looks from the book. It’s good for me to be alone for me to be the only one to fly to fly.