Текст песни Пиковый дурак - Пролог

From under-floor so gradually
Coin money and step
Bitter yes acidic pain
Quench your swamp twilight
The lights on the towers
The lights torches
Not because it was scary
And the habit for no reason
Zamin turns of history
Bend the corners of the pages
All about something argue yes something built
Before someone prostrated themselves
Loved naturally someone else
Hated third all for nothing
When the blizzard swerved road
They hide in holes from all of the total
Warming wheat juice
More than damp wood
Still talking about the high
And in the same pointless singing