Текст песни ХеРуВим - Замкнутый круг. День дурака.

I
shoveled a
All that has gone before -
my zeal
buried in graves
help me
till
seven feet under the keel
It is my calling
I will not leave.

This leather bag
joints and bones
so crunch
that do not give a scab to fall off
from
not surviving wounds and lesions
I dragged himself to the goal, the path of becoming a target of

and in this way destroying crops,
I accidentally dropped a dog in the hay.
(Yes), we store all the swords in their hearts
I still do not know if I have forgiven his father

the world is heading
balloon in the sky
where sailing
if life - our river
anoint sage
thoughts hurricane
it's a vicious circle. Fool's Day.

awake,
Rise from the dead, brother

for them the fire was fear
for me - fire
someone is burned, I kindle ember
and even far from the peaks, staying hungry
I just more to the liking of the noise of the weather

year after year, flies under the banner of the past
dreams medley thrown vultures
and on his chest so proudly flaunts the emblem
little people and big problems

an on-screen version of the famous films
the script writes the destiny in his knees
last frame comes, crawling titles
them old with a scythe and a sly squint

lenses in me, which is invisible threads
give all users who depend on some orbit.
want to live, learn to twirl - people do not lie
This April Fool's Day, a vicious circle