Текст песни КРИСТИН - ГО ЕБАЦА

call me away
let the sounds, drum
there come up with mom

mothers name temples, they are called children
on the planet in the package, I keep my feelings
and I run on the beach and through the field of pain
vouderzhav hand tsalafan filled with water

and in it are fighting the fish and all that loved
someone took all the cruel world of the pharynx
fingers through the soil, and topchat my mail
and only scares the night, but he wants to help me

I leave the foliage on the highway
I was tired, but a pack of cars to me empty know
and I was looking for the smell of the wind tore the shirt
I settled on the dust, but I have to become a monk

and yes, call me the distance
spiritual and yes, I wound and I believe close to heaven mom
and it's just rain, a lot of
red ink will leave my poems paper

while the moon shines I breathe
Heat the cold oxygen in kopyushone
I hear the sound of boats on the horizon, the thunder
Potassium is my life curve slopes, Mountain

as empty balconies,
and I will remember who lived and I am ready to drink the water from luzhy
already I am walking on sand and white clay
it molded me, and I loved the sky

and the plant body dance on the beach
a knife fires, I confess where paranzhu where my sail
I cut her releasing prisoners
let swims to the bottom, and remember people suschestvuyuyut

live and love

Heaven forbid I podymlyu smoke on the beach
and wave the smoke blows my real voice
it guts the past, and ask questions
he utters the words, and puts out cigarettes