Текст песни Сталкер - Пуская Сок

From hookah time gouged,
Lost all to find.
I would be mad and hurt,
Spitting bullets along the way.
Hugging and licking,
Getting into you to the bottom,
And the pudding on the neck licking,
This will be a reliable wine

On needle thin,
With a smile, furious,
Weighs, dangles,
Moon hung.

Fixing black holes,
In the brain of the screws screwed
dreams.
You put flowers on the graves,
Hang on the fence love.
Chinese plaster close up
bites,
Drop sharpens and time in the sand.
Today I bite my cowardice,
Transient blowing juice.

On needle thin,
With a smile, furious,
Weighs, dangles,
Moon hung.