Текст песни Флирт - Треугольник

Guitar, vodka and despair -
Your triangle is a preceded.
From the black abyss of despair
You chose slowly ...

From under the nails chord squeezed
And the throat was the guitar,
Evil songs made,
And time went totalitarian ...

Waste of victim loneliness,
Spiral of poisoned time.
Prophecy has long come true -
About the terrible court of a human tribe ...

And no one is prohibited
Help people's taste!
And the triangle turns
In your star, five-way ...

Fuuder longing - probably, to the depths ...
I went guitar with a hammer for half a favor!
The split world on the shards, will suffer a sunset ...
And someone typing through the fangs:
"Curbed, reptile ..."