Тропы не врут - Коты и псы
текст песни

Fought without an enemy and reasons,
The holes of conscience plugged with cotton ...
Not in honor of the gingerbread, the whip is not according to the rank,
They didn’t catch, it means not guilty.
Something always did not get to us:
Then stake, courtyard, horse or cart ...
Like a wet, woolen blanket
The world covered everyday prose.

Dreams. Step to spring.
Winter at the runway ....
And we, like cats and dogs.

We sculpted the heroes from the complexes,
Yes, they dreamed of loved ones from wax,
And when we wanted more blood,
We knew that everything is just banal.
And salaries patted the patch,
Yes, they flew only in dreams and binges ...
They were in a hurry without looking back ...
Someone is looking for happiness, and someone is building.

Dreams. Step to spring.
Winter at the runway ....
And we, like cats and dogs.

Starved on the scraps of greatness,
Feasted on the remnants of morality,
They applied the makeup of indifference
On sparkling faces of steel ...
They did not skimp into the hop for arms,
They shed blood and tears on the tablecloth ...
Other people's fate beat for happiness,
Yes, they were cut out by fragments to death ...

Dreams. Step to spring.
Winter at the runway ....
And we, like cats and dogs.