Текст песни Потомучто - День рождения Смерти

I got into the hands of the book - there are so many images
The history of the child in shorts and without shoes
He even loved, sometimes nursed
A nakosyachil - not beaten. It's just fucking do it
Special day, he somehow picked up and hung
He stole pen in the store and got himself a blog
And nobody showed, all the while hiding something
But I do know that. I read

Do you want to - do not. Do you want to - believe it
Yesterday I was at a birthday party of Death
She put me at his gala dinner
And I do not kill. Even I do not need her.

I read avidly about the head of the youth
I found a match for the pride of subjects
Since prostitutes in abandoned huts
Reaching the mozgoubivatelnyh drugs
Someone grows up and becomes someone
And for some while to stop
He squats down, closing his eyes
And reading, like a mantra, his own words

Do you want to - do not. Do you want to - believe it
I have lived at the birthday party of Death
She put me at his gala dinner
And I do not kill. Even I do not need her.

As it happens, I'm lying on the floor
Everything changed a long time, and I like living - and living
Moldy biscuit washed down with water
And no one do not wait for a long time - and I'm not sorry
It's time to say goodbye to that seen pupils
I carefully removed the metal case in glasses
I squatted down, as before, when I was five
He closed his hand over her mouth and nose, and stopped breathing

Do you want to - do not. Do you want to - believe it
I was invited to the birthday of Death
She put me at his gala dinner
Thank you, well, at least someone I need