Текст песни Кот Шрёдингера - Готика

Behind the threshold threshold for the walls wall
Spider in the jar of the world this fool
All eyes looked no understand no
Whether the full ... c is or gothic

Rats are stupid to run from their white yachts
Died and rubbed the tit in his hands
I freeze dinosaur
All global waiting warming

Sharged precipitation Nemeredly
In this paradise garde, I was in vain
My death you are some pale
Not fun not hero
She broke and broke and broke his line
Schilled in foreign creativity
On kittens divided the fraction of lion
Lonelly

Yes either icon black yes either 50 cent
I was lit as a ass to the epicenter
Pockets were looking for keys from Nirvana
Yes, they took all the keys of the guffs-bastards