Текст песни Ro. B. - Безумный Шляпник.

Maria Raven
Would you like some tea with cyanide?
Or maybe with a fork in the eye?
I've gone crazy? Thank you.
I'm mad only for you!

For myself, I'm normal:
Hands, feet, head ...
Let's call the Mad Hatter -
These are sounds only, words ...

The threads of your thick thoughts
I'm braking into balls,
I cut with a spoon of reflection
And wormwood I eat flowers.

The world will stretch yours so much,
Like bow bowstring.
Crazy! Pictures!
You are washed for once or twice!
In thin paws, a bald rabbit
(Yes, imagine! Bald!)
Keeps the old picture:
There, on it, it is still white ...

Mouse Sonia was tired,
And I was hoarse for a long time.
Infection to us has penetrated -
Intellectual flu.

Genius can believe in a miracle,
Only they did not remain.
And no one remembers,
How all the tales began.

For a long time all books were burnt ...
Who is that Hatter that penetrated?
In the world of crazy good fairy tales?
Yes, no one! A "Hatter" - nickname!

The tale was getting old by now,
And not that spirit of the times.
Well, everyone in the World Through the Looking Glass
To oblivion is doomed?

"And what to do with that asshole,
What is living in Wonderland? "
No! I'm a crazy Hatter! ..
Sorry that I got ...

I beg, do not burn
Miracles, the last volume!
Repeat? Not acceptable?
So, too, doomed ...

Quietly, affectionately and affectionately
The shirt sleeves are shaking ...
Not a straitjacket ...
Screw myself ... I'm going crazy ...