Текст песни Мировой Пожар - Песенка плесени

Settle down in a ragged hangover
Caress brain limb
The enemies do not exist anymore ,
They are doomed for eternity.

And the next day rise devils
I immediately threw himself into the soul ,
To warm the body from the blood
They pass through the earth's cold.

The sun grows cold in the brine from the mold,
Mould runs crying to the vents.
You yourself lap a white cloth ,
I'll always eat .

Evil children tired of eternity
And the devil hung on crosses ,
Help me with you to see ,
I will sing you a song of mold.