Текст песни Geo777 - сам себе прокурор1

said that no
It has long overgrown with moss
neither made
was all it serves
do not rush yourself
adjudicate
tarry yet
the prosecutor himself
something you rosy
I became from the zealous internal battles
You in humility, each
find himself
let your vicious circle
and worthless things
Have patience, and come spring
ghosts of the past
followed on the heels
And the question gnaws
What awaits me there
Do not look back
Whatever is in the ass
This either
Other forget
something you mertvennoblednym
He became vain by internal battles
You in humility, each
find himself
let your vicious circle
and worthless things
Have patience, and come spring