Текст песни Эйн - Предисловие

Not susch, 'brother nonsense
Tore the jackpot yesterday
How many battered souls STTS

Inozemerenie
They do not care about the view from X
The world is full of that which is
Baffling
Sfistiki
Neandrealistiki
Autumn, autumn
Yellow red leaves
Minus to Records
Impaling her white body
On dark Atella, Basilicata
Get to bed barely barely
What we ate
Sat, forgotten, we aground
Light haze
No reflection
Shadow left me
On the keyboard rack
& Quot; I want you & quot;
Fleeting, poems, all dust on the sheets
Get out to the house, but the muse
Do not give until
Line by line
And I have an error
Tact for such
Stop
You're not andertalets
To suck her finger
The plaintiff, the court prigovorny
Here, ssut
But will not run
Robin Hood, en
And the challenge is
If you fall down,
So soon go up higher than it was
And the bottom of the touch, like a breeze
Squeal, it does not extinguish
Mobile, meeting
Up in the morning
Hope it
All it!
But, but, yet, but
Life is short!