Текст песни Норман О'Брайен - Взлётная полоса

Thoughts in hysterics
Stumble and fall again I became carrion
Alignment was that I was standing at the top of
Right in the open arms of the vultures
Without saratnikov and shield
They cling claws, they threw stones at
Are you listening or not
Why are your eyelids closed like shutters

You again wrapped herself in a blanket
Offigitelno just
My skin in the hills and the remainders
I'm like a teenager humiliated ancestors
With the tenacity of the oppressed
You besish me
I hit her cheeks soul that is forces
rushing dishes
You never loved and now I do not like ms

On the floor lies a dirty body
The light did not hear the hiss of air
So doom palm squeeze
Beau chest waiting rustle
On sneakers pours crimson slurry
For a couple of seconds before the cornice
And a pile of fall for passers-by surprise
Or stay kneeling?

While flying Available immediately

Doctor gloves smeared with blood and alcohol
stitch first
Without ledokaina under the dim lamp
Pale skin tearing wildly
The clothes you too tears
But the night, you lay panting next to me
In the morning, everything will start first
Well, hello, my crippled soul

And on the runway, we can not see the light of lights
Broken blades and turbines acting up
Share of gasoline in the fuel tank
It remains quite a bit of waiting
We will divide but there again
We construct a strip for takeoff