Текст песни Вика Лодморвскай - В потёмках

You look from the heights through the prism of his glasses
But do not judge me and my soul in the dark
Mirror of the Soul's all written in your eyes
I like any hunter I want to know where sits Pheasant

The course for the station, increasingly want sebatsya
Rotten Bazaar, all of which is destined to remain
What I need to wander to find yourself
Responses us no one will have time to recover

Go to herself or to run away from here fuck
In the pocket zero libido rages on nedotraha
Dreams of people in the country are covered with the ashes of long-whores
Kukozhitsya Empire on the verge of collapse

Kicking cancer and stand quietly on your lap
By dick understand whose wand generation dies
In a happy marriage between blindness and laziness
Living deer and I are to deer

From every crevice, every home this mud flows
Everyone knows it, from what they were then implies
War, murder Century impregnated
Not really a man and wants to be directly killed

The poems in the pussy pussy all the syllables and rhymes
My credo is to dance on a razor's edge
My time will destroy my biorhythms
Just not become a link in the chain of their algorithms

The mazes worse cell?
There is hope but there is no exit
But it is better so than a brick in the wall
I'd rather crawl on your eyebrows, than lying on the back

In my country people live and cry
In my country give to surrender surrender
In my country, the tops are getting richer
The lower ranks of the poor, and otherwise, believe in luck boy!