Текст песни Грот и D.A.P.A. - Смерть

Eyes lowered to the ground, covered with yellow foliage,
That every year presents us fall.
In his hand packaging "half" in which alcohol,
He drank it and God will ask:
"Why am I here? And what do you wish?
Here I am, for example, lost, lost dreams.
I lost hope and meaning to go on living.
And what's left - really want to forget. "

More "bubble" - and he could not hold back her tears.
She was 22, the sky has more stars.
"You just? Come on. Now do not believe.
You are all-powerful, and why people like animals?
I can not believe it, but my heart hurts so much.
No, no ... Everything nishtyak! Wake up! Bitch!
A walk from house to house cold wind free,
Dropping yellow leaves that are visible in the morning. "

Someone from the grotto:
Rotting tree icons, three fingers in the forehead.
On the area of ​​the angels - we end up with the rumor.
Autumn died away, the tale is true story,
And carried the body to the sky white wings.
Silence falls, cracking paint,
Images of saints, our voices with caution.
A winter snow cover gray steppe,
We will gather more all in the next world.

He is far narrower prayer so clumsily.
Up to the heels aura burning wax.
And his breath, backgrounds rowan beads
These places one night touched Jesus.
Cold body, we gathered around in a circle,
So we are destined to no longer see each other.
More then one week buried
The sun will return, and we will live, how they lived.

Chorus:
Comes to flowers, those that drink the air.
Pulls the deathly gait.
Shadow of nothingness touches the neck,
Any your love will become its target.
... It will be the target ...

Someone from the grotto:
Minus one - of children, sisters or brothers.
To documents from the top - the certificate stamped.
Can find more life-key «repeat`a»
Not "date of birth, dashes, numbers, parenthesis closed."
And all the same weekend to crawl on weekdays,
"Urgent! The organization requires an employee! "
In the nursery, after the storms, dust chokes with calm,
In the school magazine under a layer of "stroke" asleep surname.

Hard without a nurse, but such removal.
Fuck guys do? So play - 9 8.
This is a reaction to the death of the streets, the whole spectrum,
And if it becomes not go to whom?
It can not be that kosilo from ten.
We'll die in an organized, that is in order!
I sprint to mate with joy, in a hurry,
And the intercom say nothing about the curtained mirrors.
And if the dead hut there was no answer,
Type in the next, 73rd.

King Shi:
Fractured skull something tangible,
Knife in the abdominal cavity, the body found under the balcony.
Stopornulo heart, the fifth case for tonight,
Firmly receives calls Manager.
Loss of blood from the artery sochit liquid,
The eighth with a broken trachea, apparently series.
Auto - in the post. Engine - the cabin.
About dark "pavecha" someone loaded into an ambulance.

In sinus smell of phosgene, a lethal outcome,
Sky throws to the ground airliners.
Screeching train heavy steel erases joints
Flight of stairs, okolevshego normally stuck.
AIDS, cirrhosis, opened a vein,
Fragmentation, fire, earth yes treason.
Subversion, dry rope strangles hope
Or senile Death takes care.

Chorus:
Comes to flowers, those that drink the air.
Pulls the deathly gait.
Shadow of nothingness touches the neck,
Any your love will become its target.