Пика - Контора
текст песни

We started a brawl near the "Prohibition"
With Garik, I put out nonsense
At home, the underdogs are from their dens
We're high up
We can count our loved ones on our fingers, but we know the rest
The rats from the ship have scattered to their holes
Whites will arrive in a BMW in black
And where will the jackal pack go?
Hold on and don't burn down the office
I'm still in my first few steps
So high up where the moon slants
We're sending the street punks around in circles
We've walked through these faun's labyrinths
Drawn them from the dead as if it were just yesterday
Let the banner of our native town rise
Across the steppes and dust, a sober winter
Without even putting Santa Claus on the floor
The plan is spinning
These are the edges being sharpened
Be it...
South
Tarkovsky's Solaris - my native hearth
The language of intonation and the musician's canvas...