Текст песни Евгений Головин - Топот диких коней

We go to work, do the laws,
Tearing butterflies from official papers,
At night they turn into dragons
And drink our blood in violent dreams.

We confuse bottle with handset -
Silent il talk to us anyway,
Spend rest of his life with a prostitute,
Actress of a silent film,

But all this, but it all - the clatter of wild horses ...

We like the aesthetics of the nursing home,
Fireworks curse broken lips,
When crying deserted at the dump
Forgotten death painted corpse

But all this, but it all - the clatter of wild horses ...

We confuse the passer with stalactites,
We keep trying to tunnel and enter into a rage,
But why is it hard, why he shines,
This damn black mirage?

After all this, because it all - the clatter of wild horses ...