Текст песни Ветра Метро - Патока

Bitterness of malice
Disgusting microbes
Womb in rot
How did we live before?
Everything turned out to be Pruccess
Where did it take this time?
If you ask me
I'll turn away and I will not believe
(I will not answer)

In the past favorite people
Now how wild animals
But we seemed like beautiful
Mad bears
Melted hope
At the sight of the current view
There is no offense
But only about what you are a niddle

On the strings of pain soul
Played like guzzlyah
Gardens of semi -ramides gone
Actually fuck
Really and let so
It should remain only
What was stored in himself
That we loved you so much
And not that now
Dries dust disgust in us
From you only
Sad View
Hundreds of thousands of you
Leaving millions of Obid
(and nothing but nothing else)

Love Sweet Words
Fine
But such stupid, dangerous
There is nothing sweetering molasses

There is nothing sweetering molasses
Paddes on sugar
So subject to the beautiful
Terribly painfully burst
Phrases are passionate though strange
Unusual
Nothing here is a habit, but just tribute
What was in your head before
When you were a child when you were not false
When everything was better when everything was clean
Faded field fallen leaves
No longer bloom Lupins
With you near, Mr.
Dance memories in the fly
Big pictures
And old songs will no longer be
Past impressions Ummut
Being shot mafia

Now about the present
Life is built by you
So why do you limit yourself
Unnecessary sisya
( for what?)

Patok sweet
But on the floor dropping
Primanit only Tarakanov
Which you wanted to run
(Is always)