Текст песни Zerno - Флейта-Позвоночник

For all of you ,
who loved or love ,
Stored icons of the soul in the cave ,
a cup of wine in the table- toast ,
lift up verses filled skull .
Increasingly, I think -
do not put it better
bullet point at the very end .
Today I'm just in case
give a farewell concert .
Memory!
Collect the brain in the hall
favorite inexhaustible queue.
Laughter from the eyes into the eyes of Leu .
Bylymi night cooperate for weddings .
From one body to pour fun .
Let it not be forgotten by anyone night .
Today I 'm going to play the flute.
On your own spine.

Milestones street sweeps steps mus .
Where do I leave this hell melting !
Which heavenly Hoffmann
Fictional you damn ?!
Bure fun streets are narrow .
Elegant holiday drew and drew .
Think.
Thoughts , blood clots ,
sick and parched , climb out of the skull .
me
the miracle worker of all that festive,
most on holiday leave not with anyone.
I will take now and grohnu backwards
and head vymozzhu stone Nevsky !
Here I am blaspheming .
Yelled that there is no God ,
and the god of this peklovyh depths
that in front of her mountain zavolnuetsya and falter ,
brought up and told : love !
God is pleased .
Under the sky in the steeper
exhausted man wild and extinct.
God rubs his palm grips.
God thinks :
wait, Vladimir !
This is it, it is ,
not to guess who you are,
invented to give you a present husband and put on the piano man ' notes .
Any chance to sneak up to the door of bedrooms,
sign of the cross over you quilted odeyalovo ,
I know -
whiff of singed hair ,
and sulfur izdymitsya meat devil.
But instead, I am up early
horrified that you love taken away,
tossed
and shouts in line vygranival ,
already half- crazy jeweler .
In the card used to play !
In wine
rinse the throat heart izohannomu .
Do not need you!
I do not want !
anyway
I know
I 'll die soon .
If it is true , that is you ,
God,
my God,
if stars thee woven carpet ,
if this pain ,
every day of the multiplicand ,
sent down to you , O Lord , torture ,
put on the judicial circuit .
Wait for my visit.
I am neat ,
not tarry even for a day .
Listen,
The Supreme Inquisitor !
Pinch the mouth .
None of them cry
will not let go of the lip bitten me.
Tie me to comets as to the tails of horse ,
and vymchi ,
tearing of the star teeth .
Or this:
when my soul is evicted
will come to your judgment ,
vyhmuryas tupenky ,
you
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Milky Way hooking gallows
Take it, and vzderni me a criminal.
Do what you want .
Do you want the fourth.
I myself to you , righteous , wash my hands .
only -
hear ! -
Get that damned ,
which made ​​it my favorite!
Milestones street sweeps steps mus .
Where shall I go , this hell melting !
Which heavenly Hoffmann
Fictional you damn ?!

And the sky ,
within the plumes has forgotten that blue,
and clouds, ragged refugees exactly
vyzaryu in my last love
 bright as the glow of a consumptive .
Joy will cover roar
osprey
forgotten about home and comfort.
people
listen to this!
Come out of the trenches .
After dovoyuete .
Even if
blood swinging as Bacchus ,
Drunk fight goes -
words of love and did not dilapidated .
Cute Germans !
I know
on the lips you
Goethe's Gretchen .
Frenchman
smiling, bayonet MRET ,
with a smile breaks up a wounded airman ,
if we recall
a kiss mouth
thy Traviata .
But I do not to pink flesh ,
which vyzhuyut century .
Today, the new legs lie !
You sing
painted ,
redhead.
Maybe the days of these ,
creepy as bayonets tip
century when whitened beard ,
stay only
you
and I ,
conspicuous for you from city to city .
Will overseas given ,
hide at night in a hole -
I'm in love with you as a whole through the fogs of London
flaming lips lanterns.
In the heat of the desert vytyanesh caravans
where lions on guard -
you
under the dust , torn by the wind ,
put sugar