Текст песни Миллиган - текст из полицейского с рублевки, невошедшее в кадр.

The skin hangs like me a hundred years
But I'm not crazy grandfather , I'm fucking dead

How many miles in this world , but not podvalsten pen
Not wise at the feast , but like an old fart .

Bullets visit baton to me
It became the flight point of the old entrance
I wander nowhere places
Rozsa like orcs from Lord of the Rings

And password from heaven is unlikely I will bring
My body was in the barn are unlikely to find
Murder credited with blunt hachu
So shameful to die I do not want

Twitches nervously in my head plays Spleen
I do not fly probably have no power
Finally I threw the ridge , and it looks rotten.