Текст песни Бездна стада - Сплошная

On the runway of Sheremetyevo
I see your corpse to pieces, completely cut,
Bad weather fed up and confused and shackled.
Judah, Jehovah will try to tarnish.

All clothes are black, on the sunshine street,
I’m flying to the blockbuster home, picking up the grime,
Eyes on my hands, run to the Sh-Sh-Sh runway,
Kent rules the ball, blinks, you've been in the morgue for a long time,
But I'm running ...

'Cause I'm sneaking around the places
Where no mouse runs
I'm already there
I hear fears, I hear trembling
I do not redeem fucking,
So you want to stand across
Cut the corpse across all the seas

But I was distracted.
It's time to recharge the Fourth Sea
Take on the wings of all flying
Lucky I hope we are not in the furnace
I hope you sing to me.

Good snot, we get down to business,
I come in, I notice your gaze
But cry late, you won't fly anywhere
We will fertilize our yard, goodbye.