Текст песни Панк Фракция Красных бригад - Новый день

On an old bruise me come your subspecies
White collar and the edge of the cottages
As the crown of gravestones
Dry fallen trees under your shed

Gone are the old days when you need to keep quiet
Now I have to fucking scream with all his might
The rental contract printing
You dispel the conscience and carry away
As a bright light along the spiers of buildings

Dreams ashes went on a nice little family
Rectangular in terms of knife cuts
To put in the hands of rods from the bench
To put in hand cream for Rye

To put in the hands of the evil powder
To put in the hands of portraits
Who invested in menturu for no reason at all
As the fire at the end of the relay
All poured out of the hands on the table

So plastic card
Slightly warm the gut like a trumpet
In truth I went deep pussy
And some already get no luck

Through the transition of shining red
At the rate of the ruble kicks
Someone would have peed in the sun to extinguished
Since apartments are like greenhouses