Текст песни BAYKIN - Пустыня иллюзий

Coupling:

Hidden in the voice
Closed with inventory in the cocan
Breaking out the truth of bass
And on yourself the tons of eye
Still stamped in thought
Native talent is elegantly pure
Causes the illusion of life
And-and-and the world hangs

For a moment
Reset
Tkni Lik
In pretest.

In this desert, I like in Calvary
Died for everyone, but we will resurrect from coffee
And people see Fairyvaria
His dimensions
And that do not say here
But the victory should be known for whom?
Why was sheed why?

Another spiny debrist,
Where children play on mats
Whose alloy words
It is words of dreams
Or stock string
From the battles of heroes whose syllable strict

In vain, naively believed that such a boalant to you as a god is given, but in the end, the trail in hell
Pretty rude, brother!