Текст песни Стих - на иглу

lead foot to the native threshold of the house
play crowd but very few are lucky
wilted showered to wash down all the grief alkolem
and do not appear in the region until Tuesday

Pac family are round dance on the needle
there you go into the void and then I'll go to a campaign
or tear my mother's tears on cuts
things did not disdain in the distance forgotten childhood

Go around the corner there you will meet God
how many mistakes made and how much was the road
and all the sand from all the sand is not the result of
many ask for a glass of water and heat

Th there now I do not care what will happen next
sypish wound sypish salt on their wounds salt
memory left then stabbed the pain
not that they believed but came home