Текст песни ПилОт - Стих провокатор

Table, bed, sofa with pillow,
Two glasses, cot,
Gray cat yes aunt nyura
The checkers are cut until night.
And I do not sleep, saving the country,
I am a secret service spy!
I write everything in my little book,
Pencil breaking in fingers.
I want to bring happiness
Many people are idiots
Who can not cope with the roof
He spread his tongue long.
And I sit here hiding,
Forgotten by all,
In this little room
Replenishing your catalog.
Well, how come the fascists
Immediately remember all the hero!
Tea don't know guys
Well I won the whole war!
Gave our hero
Two bottles of beer "Colossus".
And now sits back
The four walls are solid,
People pass by peacefully,
And in the hospital, on the contrary,
After halapiridol
Bends flippers guy.
He was good and glorious,
And he wrote not anything,
Everything about life, yes about neighbors,
About love, which did not know.
But not rushing, in kind,
About love to read novels.
So pushed his horses
An alien element of intelligence.