Текст песни м i фо-га - 63 . карточный ноль

God does not judge, but the fate gives deadline
find it in the sky door ...
which he extinguished candles prison player
that calculated the blind on one two three.

heart, your temple, sold for a penny,
you catch up with them a shadow of the wall:
Turn on the tap them, soaking false
and exclaiming, & quot; we are saved ... & quot;

and ya will call you slow zgoy
and I will put it in his pocket just poem ...
and then there is no difference who will come to that,
that forgives all sins!

ιllιlı.
tomorrow is the same as it sculpts now ~
Tomorrow awaits the feast, where live the pain ...
tomorrow will not ask who sang of you?
il - who is not pulled out of cards zero ...

and ya will call you slow zgoy
and I will put in the palm of a poem ...
and then there is no difference who will come to that,
that forgives all sins!

ιllιlı.
who would not have called you slow zgoy
- Do not put in hand to poetry -
the difference is no longer whether to come out of that,
that the living forgive sins ...

heart, your temple, sold for a penny,
you soar from wall to wall ...
turn off the faucet - enough to drink a lie
and shouting nowhere & lt; & lt; saved! & gt; & gt;

ιllιlı.
Used as either call you slow zgoy
- In your pocket or put verses -
The difference is only that you are going to no one
that lives to forgive sins!

heart, your temple, sold for a penny,
you took a patronymic copper walls ...
cracks in frames repents lie
and the soul of generations drinks dreams!

ιllιlı.
tomorrow the same thing sculpts now
the same holiday and it is the same pain it!
tomorrow will forget about all of us,
ruined the trump card o ...

and all ya have called you slow zgoy
- In the palm of your poems to put -
and then sip a moment with that,
that let you forgive the sins!

heart, do not waste your temple for nothing
- That wander among the shadows of the wall?
Lie down in a sea of ​​Gram - from the wing into the knife -
and - die with a sense of spring!