Текст песни ЗаСер - Плеть

Shout, you can even sing
Hit me a beautiful whip
I hang in the kitchen in search of myself
There is not enough heat

You think that you can build new meanings
Of those songs that you heard in English
And it seems to be a quieter here to endure
And ashes to me like snow and it will also continue to be dirty

Or, we are easy to die
Hit me a beautiful whip
I hang in the kitchen in search of heat
Not enough you

Near the place where the land flies a small piece
It will be frankly bad for those who are wise and tall
Those who do not need feelings, streamlined fuss
Someone is worse, someone better tolerates mirrors

Teach if you want to be able to
Hit me a beautiful whip
I hang in the kitchen as if forever
Over the edge - never

Brick house inside of the sticks but why does he need it
Among the everyday life, the wind brought the wind with the wind
And as if there is no better to destroy anything else
Deconstruction of rituals - this is what we need sometimes