Kot Balu - на велике
текст песни

In principle, as always,
Opened his eyes
I got up at two
I have breakfast.
Today is Sunday Day
I breathe simultaneously with everyone.
Over the street old people, children,
Loners, families
Evil, kind -
But we are all people, however ...
Put a bottle of wine in a bag,
Gray Winston two packs
The noodles of the Chinese
Sat on great -
You need to drive a city,
Then I'll go to the mountains
Brush your teeth in the country
Put on a rumpled jacket
Shoe? Tired? Sneakers
The bicycle is going
The sun blinds in the eyes
Behind the back of the city, buildings, steppes
We also sculpt the tracks
? House in a bag? On the anniversary
Hip -hop will warm the dead souls, -
Become Kropal kinder
And with the help of Indira or Andrew
We are outside the apartment, outside the universe
On Sundays
With a new venture again
I'll drop to Aseli,
She promised me to give a player
In the headphones rock and roll and container
For gourmets Rachmet Vanya Lenin.
I drove seven kilometers,
Egor Letov began to sing under the wind.
I can admire people and drive respects
Without breaking off, to give at least a bit of light
Chet Baker, conversations with the sky to the music of summer
Figaro is far from a brother, I would have drove to Mahmudka
Salam, the king is Caesar, and Vadik from the center.
Two hundred meters to the rise,
A brother from Philadelphia sounded
I got my second heart somewhere
We catch samples for delicacies here
With loved ones we have common interests
We are going forward, but without rails,
He stopped near the forest.
Eh ...
This green nature is not at all lying to me
Did she honestly reached out? In childhood
Mom feeds me the chicks in the nest?
And I immediately remember the family
I rise above, higher
Right up, to where the stars,
Where the sun and fresh mountain air
I'll sit on a stone,
I will get the old book from the bag
And I will read some sincere verse:

You yourself sometimes won’t understand
Why does it happen sometimes
What will you come to people,
And you will leave people - not yourself.

There is a bad and good eye,
Only it was better not to follow:
There is too much in each of us
Unknown, playing forces ...

Oh, longing! After a thousand years
We will not be able to measure souls:
We will hear the flight of all planets,
Thunder peals in silence ...

In the meantime, we live in an unknown
And we do not know our strength,
And, like children, playing with fire,
We burn ourselves and others ...

To everyone who is from the heart and for the soul ...

From Sineriye ...