Текст песни Бруталити - Проснись

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A shabby world, ripped off and run like this
behind the glare of the prush, the sunset is strangled - nishtyak,
Have you seen God? "show yourself" the wanderer is not a game,
all these rules are stale I look "by God, you're glad

Where there is no screw, there is butyrate, hopes fell on marriage,
attacked the blue brother on the power to pour chifir,
where to fly the numbers whether those operator is out of topic,
Foundry warms Dukalis only slaughter departments there,
where the pitchfork will give you, where is the school's son in the trash
Antosha is surrounded by a sleigh of sawn frames,
You knocked down the road to the Temple, go for a long time shame and shame-
in my soul it strangles tinned alcohol wounds ...