Take off all night, trunk, turn, Passat,
I am the keeper of your dreams, you take off like Icarus,
Cain Abel is not a brother, it hurts to fall, that winter,
Those pages of February are torn from the book of life. X2
I will arrange a walk to hell to you,
From the heat of the stove there quickly emerges their eyes.
The Pope wears Moncler, Pasha Mercedes and Louis Vi,
The Lord does not heed prayers, a bill with a hand.
Help to the neighbor - that fee for a place in paradise,
Bleboroplasty, I will open their eyes to fate,
Their bones are soft as if from poliomyelitis,
Uroboros devours, all depression is fed.
Melatonins at night and I again see a dream without sleep,
I see you through, the bet is made - the first to betray,
I did not create this pamphlet for a mint
Bloody rivers in trenches, sketches in crimson tones.
Continuous Graind, my brothers are also spinning,
Families, wives, children, but we are like one street,
Glad of the success of everyone, you know only envy,
Show us the skills, to be, not to seem.
Winged raven, pecking in the pores to us,
Smooting an ax on forums, typical slogans, feeding of food,
Hungry Doberman, looking for his prey
Dancing on the bones tear on the joints of the tendon.
And how I lived and how many years I was in a coma,
I'm so tired of fools, so you are not Houmy,
Therefore, the signals distort roaming,
Time on Kantika runs, but we will catch it.
The sun is still high, the sun is still in the clouds,
Puts the ultramarin, in the semi -dense eyes,
Castle from sand, will be washed away under the root,
With life is not in a quarrel, but sorry who sniffs that and ignore.
