Текст песни Александр О'Шеннон - Марш экклезиастов

I would eat, smoke and go to bed alone,
And do not run, do not call anyone,
And about anything to spare, do not wish for anything,
And would not weigh your ispolat.

At night, the windows cut aspen forest
Sypyatsya soul on earth torn from heaven,
I would let myself, but at least the forehead pounding
Even in Hell, most of us can not pay.

And I would like to go somewhere diagonally -
The barrel at close range - and lightly scratch the temple,
Throw into the pool - and get away with it,
And still on the edge, and all close to the disaster.

If I was called Luca, I'd written on the water
To learn how to have the death was taken away one more day,
About how they went, day after day there,
Where eternal rest waiting in the courtroom.

Ave see you anywhere on the way to anywhere!