Текст песни Пижама - Маньяк-убийца

outside the window - a huge city
Slept dreams
On my palm - powder
I have to light it
Known screams from the farm
Seen through the door gap
that on the white walls of faded
Blood pattern

chorus:
What's wrong with you, tell
Waiting for you maniac killer
An insurmountable enemy
Your killer, your maniac (* 2)

In the locked you will hold you
Fear fear and silence
ringing in the ears, grinding on the windows ...
You cursed Satan!
Your mind covered three-layer
Unpreparable ice
And almost no hurt
And no one will save

chorus