Текст песни Эфир - Дикарь

People write poems fabrications paints,
In the online glasses reflection of fairy tales,
Who had the motive, and ate the floor return,
I said is wrong, that does not give the hand.
Perebory like autumn rain bird
Deposited under the ashes glow lightning,
Who will answer the dreams coming up in the afternoon,
He burned by shortness of breath under the body-fire.
Not enough residues atmosphere
Because of excess fat occur sizes
Someone in a suit on the tower looks in the lower classes,
Through the bars of the finger does not see any DIG.
Melts image of incorruptible people in the legends,
Replacing characters coin law
Rising from the ashes went up to the altar.
I - the meat of the arena, I am a buffoon and a savage.
Clutching hands treatise from the rock,
Bouzoum surrendering motivated freaks
I have become the sound of the wind, disappeared in the blood,
In this age of phones pokorstva and lies.
Not enough residues atmosphere
Because of excess fat occur sizes
Someone in a suit on the tower looks in the lower classes,
Through the bars of the finger does not see any DIG.
Melts image of incorruptible people in the legends,
Replacing characters coin law
Rising from the ashes went up to the altar.
I - the meat of the arena, I am a buffoon and a savage.