Текст песни Войлок - Нож в кармане старой куртки

Father left
And no one else left in the house
Here will be seam
Doctors will find me in the morning of one
Take the closest city
Feldscher will say "Item"
Chain's paws of fate
Not yet bored

Tired praying not to collapse from the way
I carried everything, now you are protected
And warms my soul my knife in my pocket of an old jacket
Cold valor unhappy enemies

While heat
And blossom paintings in the ceiling
Revergel
And maybe not that I squeezed in my hand
To whom the knife, and to whom the cartridges are the best friends
World at the bottom, but you can not