Текст песни ПилОт - На чёрный день

On a rainy day tired dance of drunken eyes, holey hands

The second one fell, the fourth sat down, and the eighth was taken to a circle.

On the wires from the wheels and three letters from under the asphalt

In a quiet pool violent head

In a cold sweat & # 8211; circles diverge

Iron horse, protective color, carved caterpillars in a row

Attraction for beginners & # 8211; the horses fly in a circle

A groovy kaleidoscope rattles1 crooked mirrors

The wheel spins faster

To the sound of the head march off

A moth eats a colored shawl, on a three card and a seven

Bull tail driving the flies with a heavy heart climbs up the hill

Foreheads billiard balls from the collision rolled

In half on both sides

Yes in the corners of the expanses and latitudes

And for the fragments of windows, scraps of holiday outfits

Under the runners sled living flesh alien layouts

Za3 with a parrot counter from the cap gets tickets for the tram

To the near bridge

By helicopter without windows and doors

In a quiet pool violent head

The wheel spins faster & # 8230;