Соломенные Еноты - Кислород - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I look out the window, the whole company of evil goes to work

Don Quixote ended in the reserves

Princess Mononoka ran into the city

Not yet met, but it will be soon!

Which Ikara falls on Earth for a year,

But the invisible screen softens all the blows

Crystal labyrinth of love - my apartment

We look at each other in the mirrors of the world

And the songs for your beloved are not like songs for the people!

At these heights, illusions will not have enough oxygen!

A good Dryad is crying in the branches of birch

But this is only a regular test for clarity of gaze

But this is only control of ice, which instead of the heart

And the memory of ice that we can not warm up

The dream is full, the road to the bridge is going on

Your hand, my hand, and then just

To avoid disasters and lawsuits

Pour my OS country into my blood and dissolve in it

So the guy thought, approaching the native factory,

At these heights, illusions will not have enough oxygen!

You know that you cannot be in the world

Otherwise, the wind would not have gotten out here

Otherwise, there would have been no someone except

And sitting in an unexpectedly deserted house

I calculated my finals in advance

And the ghostly ship is already flying to the cliffs

And heard S.O.S. In the range of radio

Admise, Freddie Kranek, how can you break away!

From the old world to the very new year!

At these heights, illusions will not have enough oxygen!

Of those who were ours, who knew and betrayed

What became older, no one was in charge

All the same time shot at childhood

And the word "fortress" is only a degree of vodka

And the word "tenderness" sounds sad

An interstellar liner lost from the road

Our dews are already poisoned

Yes, only space braided all the braids

Alleys go forward and further

You got older ...

We will become angrier

We were for them something like a tear

And at these heights, illusions will not have enough oxygen!

At these heights, illusions will not have enough oxygen!

Maxim Semelak:

The straw raccoons are the only Russian group that should be considered in the categories not drive there, or poetry or pure art, but in the framework of elementary psychoanalysis. They have discography (which, as it were, is not) resembles a bypass sheet. I look at people who at different times turned out to be down on these songs - very different, to put it mildly, people, but I notice traces of this disease in them. According to a dick, where this or that thing sounds - in "Jaguar", in the OGA or in an apartment 104. This music can make you guilty of her and right in relation to others. "They are Morlock, then we are Eloi." This statement is fundamentally incorrect. But all the unjustified power of this ridiculous evil wonderful story, as they say, has to be aware of.