Текст песни Абвиотура - Тибета Што

INTO TIBET

What fate is bitter, but the rumor is long
I knew beforehand, I knew for sure
But I decided to fool all come to know himself
That is now not moving

He winged soul, but his haggard face
Already that year in silence sleeps
Moans plaintively, wolf grin
Laugh gags, falls to the floor

Closer to midnight eyes bulged
Mangled lines grind song
Not a word in the line, the spark burning
Nails sharp, spiky ice

Place your mouse in the tub water trouble
Nonsense-soul caught a sneak
Snarls, hurt zhalitsya
Around to see, offense

Something heart shakes under your shirt
We see serious toils shares
Whether barks, or repent
To live in a hurry, he stumbles

On the chest torn gates embroidered
In the freewheel, the stars up there
Wild beast signature slightly
I go through the sky, cloud vytopchu

© Pavel Lapygin