Зараза - Колпак
текст песни

From above space, a cap blows up the clouds
Below the cracked asphalt, grass has already grown
And somewhere between all this my head hangs
And quietly goes crazy, goes crazy from boredom

From above space, a cap blows up the clouds
Below the cracked asphalt, grass has already grown
And somewhere between all this my head hangs
And quietly goes crazy, goes crazy from boredom

Boxes are broken open to the sound of hallucinations
From them I got myself concrete cities
And it wasn’t the prize sector that fell on the fucking drum
A crazy philatelist picked a melody

In the republic of circuses
In the land of broken mirrors
You either walk on your hands or walk on your hands
And I drew three letters along the wall with blood
So that the decoding of the world of the living can take us apart

From above space, a cap blows up the clouds
Below the cracked asphalt, grass has already grown
And somewhere between all this my head hangs
And quietly goes crazy, goes crazy from boredom

From above space, a cap blows up the clouds
Below the cracked asphalt, grass has already grown
And somewhere between all this my head hangs
And quietly goes crazy, goes crazy from boredom

To the sounds of hallucinations
Sounds of hallucinations
Sounds of hallucinations
Sounds of hallucinations
Sounds of hallucinations
Sounds of hallucinations
Sounds of hallucinations
Sounds of hallucinations