Текст песни Соломенные еноты - Мертвые пчелы

The dead bees on the frozen asphalt
Waiting for the end of times,
The ruling party in a major passion
Nods thoughtful maple

The little family affectionate intelligent
New born Pol Pot,
Night on Earth, I'm sitting on the bench -
Cold and autopilot

And what you want, because there are glacial era
What would you like?!
Hey, glacial era!

Past stomped working in jersey,
Night shift pathetic buffoon
Get thee to a plane to Jamaica
If only a couple of minutes

The cat purred flute melody
With pride pinup
Well, goodbye, under the weight of snow
Collapse any bridges

After all, what you want - the terms glacial era
What would you like?!
Glacial era!

Frozen asphalt, frozen island
His name - a man
Cut to the cloud sharp knife,
Maybe the snow falls

Porthole green eyes
He is looking into someone else's box
Shot in the crowd alphabetical yaza
Dead bees anyway

After all, what you want - the terms glacial era
What would you like?!
Hey, glacial era!

Time and again like a snake bench
Near concrete dens,
Drunken hand writing verse unprincipled,
Not a manifesto - an obituary

Letters like a flock of enraged hands
The lines do not rush shout
Solar eclipse and lunar eclipse
Give birth to eclipse the soul

We need dialogue!