Текст песни Аборт Мозга - Ночь конкистадора

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Abortion of the brain
Night Konkistadora
Words - Wolf

In face ravines, I trample them
Iron evil conquistador,
In the struggle for not swept
Under the tribunal sentence -
My!!! Protest of extermination
Adjusting to the bottom
I cut off my time
And drowned in a dusting of sleep.

I'm angry, but deaf and blind
And in the throat there are rhobics,
I am buried, although not in the crypt,
And from the hole in the tummy
Through the erases of death pour smoke, -
Gorey Fatum with a snitch roaring ...
On the Balancir Self
I depict Eternal Rome.

Although it's all - Gundyzh and Fall,
Frames of kitchen depression,
But - here is the thirteenth floor:
I will soon be dead and cheerful.

Flight. Seconds. Lolly. Shuts!
On Parapete - Klochery Meat.
My skirlpiece shutters,
And the brain flows on the lamps.

And Lyba, as if hooked
Somewhere pulls away:
Such dreams - fucking,
This time is the night ...
night, night, night, night of conquistador,
night-night conquistador,
night...