Текст песни Рэйстлин - Мясной салат

Trenches lozhili in the grave
Not whistled dead birds .
And that is rotten inside ,
and so strange person were aging .
Rocks mouth land,
Every mouth in the thirty-two
Cartridge .
Do not wait
kakieto
three years.
And swept sleeves ringing ,
Youth mine.
When the hot spilled
Blood
play sun
On the bones of dead
and fall
Each one each time -
One prayer
With lips frustrated quietly.
Do not turn me into a meat salad
After all, I'm still alive so dangerous to young
Around sunset exploded pdamenem
Around closed his fangs , steel cold.