Singer: Pilot. Page 1

And I will go through the streets to wander,
All passers-by will smile
And child on a bench drinking wine
Yes on roofs to run, barely touching, -
Crazy easy to live!

Smart persons we are, and in the soul as children
Stand on the path, not the bypass.
The word is not bury, climb into the fray -
Conscience to knuckle ripped off.
In Paradise all the alignment face we go out,
The light in tonelle not visible.
Shepherd will replace the flags repainted
ENT disco, disco this all clear.

Five border States of black cloth in the wind
Us in the crowd know immediately by a happy person
Bruised, pierced ears, leather wiped for wear,
Smoke in the vestibule of the train that is going downhill.

Drawn to new places.
Overclocking your fatigue.
Advancing old age
Twists a finger at a temple.

And the sound of the wheels plays old Blues
The sleepers by notes.

All illegally stored secrets away,
leaving my door, Utaka through thousands
locks.

When spring is in the shower
But my head is only the wind.
When home, do not pull,
Unborn children.

Those who saw the spring, and stayed there to sleep.
Those whom the road did not have time to raise.
Those who thought he was not listening to others.
Those who have died myself, but dragged the young!

When you dream to drop everything to get drunk and forget
When so unsuccessfully to quit want to smoke.
When I don't want the song to finish.
I do not want aimlessly around the city for a walk...
When the terms of some mindless person
And to pull from the Book of Life want the page...

Mine's the one on the left, and without a call.
Will enter as the entrance, and don't breathe!

I love deserted roofs,
But they are becoming less and less.

And don't worry, bro,
Don't worry, SIS,
What joy fire
In us burned out.
We are the shining stars
Shines brighter than the sun.

And here came another jerk in the house
And how it all started with a song "Be good!".
I used to live in a Strait-shirt.
I said, "I'm needed here?"
And fuck

Crossing the highway of the country,
Remembering road numbers
We counted the poles,
Did not notice how the time came,
I said their first word
I sang my first song
There is no end to the Power
And there was no way home.