Текст песни Эм Калинин - Маршрут

trunk

It should be roughly Me
stop breathing ...
I train my longing
Nerve rings and touched his temples
Viskar ends, the clock is not in a hurry ...

Not in a hurry and I'm not going to rush,
I will be cooled and weak tea ...
Maximum pumped my sorrow
Will quietly strangle me ...

In my trunk of the body of Jesus Christ.
He played with me cards and Pandora's Box
Played. I safely get around the traffic lights,
No notice of a no sin, no "tail".

It must be rough to me to choose the route,
It should be torn my voice to protect ...
It is necessary to bury or burn it,
And they will drink blood and flesh will eat ...

I do not have enough faith in themselves.
The Saviour could not save himself.
It should be clear lead,
Otherwise, eat the corpse ...