Текст песни вертушка газманова - жертва

It was one of the last days of May
The sun went down into the sunset, warming me with warmth.
Children ran along the street playing.
I went on a date to you dear.
He carried a bouquet of tea roses in his hand
And he gave a smile to all passers-by,
Old men plunging into the world of dreams
From her, they became younger for a moment.
I was happier than ever
It seemed to me that I could do everything.
Remembering your blue eyes
I flashed through the shop windows.
For one I turned into an alley
And I saw you in a blue dress.
You turned your head to me
And I realized that you are not Katya.

I took a hammer out of my pocket
You looked at him in fright
But before she screamed
Hit you furiously with it.
You fell to the ground without a sound.
I pounded in the face in stupor.
Blood spattered my hand.
The hammer beat in time with the heartbeat.

It was already dark outside.
The children fled to their homes.
Roses lay by the dead body,
And I am somewhere alone.
You weren't Katya again.
You are already my fifth victim.
But she could not be one of you
After all, she has not been alive for a long time.

But it doesn't really matter
I will walk the streets further
And I believe that one day
We will be together again as before.
I will find you someday
Because my real name is love.
I will find you someday
And we will find ourselves with you again.
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The Poet and I fought off the blows of the judges.
Six for him, six for me. They wanted one to die.
From behind the bushes, Kosh, bearded archer,
He struck the Poet with a poisoned arrow between the shoulder blades.
A dozen disappeared, I remember as Givi Papascua,
Finally he shouted to me: "You cunt.
Vertula. Hex baby will blow you dry. "
But dick you guessed it, fucking judge.
I went up to the Poet. Not breathing, no pulse.
He threw his body onto his horse and rode to his grandfather.
At the same time, he broke off the arrow at the base.
Grandfather will help us. He is wise and has knowledge.
The old man was discovered by me at the entrance to my tower.
He nervously smoked his pipe, which made him cough so often.
To the question "what are you upset about?" through his mustache he said:
"Vasya Ivanov, how he got me."
I showed him the Poet, asked if there was a chance
How can I revive it? the old man narrowed his eyes.
Pouring the ashes from the pipe under your feet,
He replied that only gods can help with this.
"There are two roads", - I heard a voice behind me
"At the end of one there will be Hades, at the end of the other god Chronos.
Personally, I'd rather go to Hades.
There are fewer problems with him, plus I'm under his auspices. "
This is how Zinaida agreed to help me,
We gallop to the temple of all the dead. Day turns to night.
They raided us on a narrow path
Some fucks, Zina scattered them all.
On each balaclava. She took one alive.
Itself got off with a light knife wound.
Remove the mask from the raid participant,
I look, I do not believe, this is none other than Gega.
We cut it down, throw it on the second horse,
Having decided that in the morning we will interrogate him.
Five more miles on freshly fallen powder,
And here we are in the temple, together with horses and burden.
The god of the realm of the dead sits on a skeletal throne
At his feet is a three-headed dog, snoring, snoring and moaning.
Hades tells us that he can resurrect the Poet,
Only for this you need to sacrifice something.
"I was tormented by a runny nose," he says seriously.
Zina approaches Gega, cuts off his nose.
"This is our sacrifice." Hades smiled evilly.
He said something, clapped his hands and the poet woke up.


I vaguely remember what happened while I was not at all.
tucked a knife into his belt, zina calm down
they will all pay for the hurt done to me
mentally and wildly hurt
Vasya kosh you definitely shouldn't have thrown poison at me
your blood runs down the walls and drips from the ceiling
Spinner spins you on the tip of a cock gentlemen assessors