Текст песни Вышел покурить - живи умри гори погасни

Wipe dust glasses, took out wine
I saw the next day, but did not hold the binoculars button Final descend atomic bombs
Is inflated colored balls until they burst

Torn film memory from whole notes
Touched different females, but to love one perfume
Today cools everything except my hands
Star struck. In the fall we ceilings

Scraps of books, citation dirty Writers
All what you want to see can show
Trains on the horizon, talking behind his back
Here it is an incentive - to find the pros in cons

I live on my hands
Die on my hands
Gori on my hands
Pogasni on my hands