Текст песни Deadушки - Солги Мне

Solga me

I was born in an unfinished paradise where they shoot all the boys,
Where new holes are made to rule the Bust of the Old Bludnitz.
His inhabitants are blind and dance around the fire,
Sweat loud songs in the glory of the Holy Priest.

I ask you, solga still.
I got used to your beautiful lies to your lovely lies.
I ask you, solga still.
I got used to your beautiful lies to your lovely lies.

Days of truce, dressed in Hakki, became the rule of this country.
I risk being crucified for refusing to become a veteran of the sexual war.
It is better to steer on your pockets - what else can you sell
And buy yourself a place in a wide circle of those who love to lie so much.

I ask you, solga still.
I got used to your beautiful lies to your lovely lies.
I ask you, solga still.
I got used to your beautiful lies to your lovely lies.