Текст песни СМП - Эдемократия

Podpnaya fly flies to death,
How the moth flies.
They say,
It's not terrible to die in a dream ...
So I'm lying.

Pain his pain under his head
And the fear of creaking was covered,
As lats an old knight,
Whom
Dying not in battle.

And the fly of the village. And does not get out.
Interferes forever to fall asleep.
They say,
Death smells in tears ... -
Not at all.

As equals we are alive and dead
In the moments of a simple temptation,
Who is thirsty people
And dries smelly mouths
In the influx of worldly vice -
The fact of the execution of the execution,
Their life is a protracted garrot,
Their life is blinding passion.

And few people who are not alive,
Who marks the good target.
Sometimes not knowing false
Crashing little boy -
Saint Blessed.

And the fly is circling and circling
In the hope of your evening.
Eternity - Leave for the soul.
Body's beams will prove worms.