Текст песни Трагедия Всей Жизни и Барбитурный - Помойка

In our garbage, wolves do not
Wolves Padal gazev
Dear distant New Year Caming Sun
Pray for sins Gods will not save us
With foam at the mouth, these pdors are all crawled
like Judas for thirty silver sold Jesus
swallow him deeper kisule lick
was trash now hangs from the cornice
Ring Mutit sketch then colitis
You give your pain this nicky
Bayan full finis Vlad Manil
a little Finnish horse drinker he involuntarily panic at the window
Ripe Boshards will fall aside and track
grabbed the knife and traumatic
and remember how in my brother he smirded
Rus prosecated clay I bought for it bentaline
Splin group of columns
lumps in the throat cardboard
Moscow as a coffin of concrete and I will leave to live in London Gondon