Текст песни Вяча - Запросто

Kaba from the abyss without a staircase to get out
Until time, unsubestal with palms are not splashing
Sharp the absurdity into the fun to translate
What would not be conscientious, yes, Spring went missile

Everything was worked on everything, and never sang
As if the pocket of the nail soul was denied
In the hand, I shake the whip on all sorts of bad
That from the cradle away off me here

Under caustic rains without polite umbrellas
On thistle bones ground
Would stood abandoned not leading heresy
That falls fear, but Nonche puncture

Slope by shimpy, logic traps
Prayers of swastika caring hatred
Prudent uharyam me not overseas
Ah, just to take out, ah, just without fail

How would be simply
How would be a suit
Like a white salt on hand
Pain Lights
Death at dawn
How could it be easily
How would one be
How powder dust on the temple
In the hair
Stitching in the checkout

Whent to me rakes the fifth
From the string, recovering before the new robbery
And near the strikes in the forehead, fell by foot under the breath
Missing land hill, asleep - in the trough of the cake

Shelled - Milk Honey, hung - Three fingers in the mouth
Killed on the forehead - ice, clouded - in the garden
Pierced - Fuck Off, Running from the Roof - Pooh
And whispering on the ear - all gossip and goats loud

And seeking - to enhance it would be enough to death
Roads and fools of the tangle unwind along the way
And if in the tunnel light - in a coma meticulous nonsense
Other who is not here will hear as a covenant

Perceived as a call, learns as a lesson
And after a dozen years, the trigger will grow
And will turn about what you will raise
What to shoot someone who and to love

How would be simply
As it was advocate
Like a white salt on hand
Pain Lights
Death at dawn
How could it be easily
How would one be
How gray dust on the temple
In the hair
Stitching in the checkout

\ Night from 9 to 10 July 2003
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