Текст песни Ракоший Нелч - Март

"March"

Slut - spring scratched my back
Inscribed with calligraphy of pain in my soul
Mature handwriting

And we are not halfway through
We already feel the sky on the second floor
It just so happened

Colorful life trumping temptation
Golden teen beckoned into a noose
No exit

All his life he looked for himself in different ways
But having crashed against time, he began to strive for the ruble
How else

Legions of goodness hit the back of our heads
Beat our hunched backs to beat the crap out of us
They are unlikely to be able to

And we are in a state of passion
Breaking through the current of the played storms
And we won't give up