Текст песни Юрий Шевчук и ДДТ - Фома

I often do not believe that would be the winter ,
When the sweltering night lying on the floor
And smear burnt back kefir,
Stupid Thomas without a cross and apartments -
I can not believe that I live .

I often do not believe in heaven
Our love archangels rule .
You silently leave, I'll be alone,
Stale dead at the funeral ,
Unable to this rite something to fix.

Our life - field mummers min.
I walked through it , I tossed it .
And , seeing as shreds torn my friend,
I believe with difficulty in purification by fire
And often do not believe in shaking hands .

I often do not believe more to himself
When froze small larvae
Under dusty glass in a lethargic sleep ,
I often do not believe in the word - blankets
The fact that we're still on horseback .

Swollen night squeezed whiskey
On the face of it shed their lights .
I Sabbat in the kitchen full of holes tights
Under the weight of words hair overfly.
How do you want to believe in their craft ...