Текст песни Подземный Loki - Сухие Сливки

sometimes it's hard not to let talent go to waste,
do not give in to temptation, stay in reality.
when, like a million spotlights, a driveway lamp -
the main thing is not to leave at one of the other people's stations.

succumb to weakness once, stretch out your paw again,
after all, the white corridors did not lead to the ward.
driveway scriptures, street postulates -
iron armor does not protect from paranoia.

my head filled with books on autopilot shelves.
rhythm - speed, like a running antelope.
they bit their elbows at night - the whole world is fuck off,
they moved away from the charges of gunpowder like a pack of wolves.

question like smoke in the air - what are the plans?
we will discuss the benefits of the plan for the day.
after a quick day in the evening, I would not move away smoothly,
but we still mix and taste.

the streets will tell you how to become an astronaut,
but once you find yourself in zero gravity, drip the visin.
the fuel in the rocket was not tested by NASA,
be careful not to find yourself in the white mud with your nostrils.

etc:
zero che, this is G-ice, non-pop minor.
a city of fighters, garbage and dredging holes.
the stench of courtyards, pestilence of roads, ignorance of loved ones,
coffee is not to blame - dry cream is to blame.