Торба-На-Круче - На крючке
текст песни

We are on a hook in a public flea market, on a push
We leaf through newspapers, read novels
on hook
Doctors and pharmacists
More and more names, fewer recipes
We are getting about our mother's health and health
on hook
The media
The whole world has long been hanging
Thoughts are lost
Fear behind him
on hook
Vygim
swinging between stations in the starless space
On lampposts
We are on the hook
Vygim
We are breaking up gasoline prices
And for apartments prices
Families break
on the hook of eternal promises
on the telik of fat officials by the heads of swinging
but another drop
In the sea of the ninet of silence
in conspiracy of governments and bankers
Pictures of the world are rewritten
rave
After all, soon we will fly lightly
We are in the sky in the hand
on hook
We are on a hook in a public crowding
on a push
We leaf through newspapers, read novels
on hook
In an effort to perfection, the finale is approaching
I didn't recognize myself in a fool in village
I didn't recognize myself
The finale is approaching