Текст песни Bitoks - Связанные кровью

You fugacity blood, not repom
The lines in a notebook of the poet
They were written in letters of scarlet
his secret
your bloody creed - a donor ink
No estimates of the concept - no polemic
He recorded all your pain on the sheets ...
You have fulfilled the role - now only emptiness ...
All the way prologue written and there is no turning back
Every night reprise - in the eyes of passion
Do not run out of ink, you still alive
He adds a book veins show
You will not be heard even hope
The program for today only bad news
In his neighborhood, though a cross to bear,
He's behind you, missing
Your suffering - the illusory world of the poet
All of you are the same - the isotopic shooting

fugacity blood, not repom
The lines in a notebook of the poet
They were written in letters of scarlet
his secret
your bloody creed - a donor ink
No estimates of the concept - and there is no controversy

You fugacity blood, not repom
The lines in a notebook of the poet
letters were written
scarlet
your creed
his whole secret -
tie the blood,
task - a new story