Текст песни Артем Апраксин - Волк

you stretch your hands on the elbow to me in the throat
and extend the soul to Khuzh Scholk
and I do not break silence proudly
Changing a smile on the grinding wolf.

Rummer My Pokores Calm
and you fucking beat away
and toli on stupidity tool with anger I
I will peek out every night

my soul will be a blanket
Walk the cold of your body
When you laughed and felt feelings
One for one soul is no less cell

On the elbow put his hands in the throat
hoping to the heart of the nails get
scratch only and do it hurt
And how much can you smile without hands?