Текст песни Грустный Тромбон - Цепь

The cast-iron core flew through the chest,
Small hole in the residue.
Shni washed away any prominent path into the ditch.
The game with dim sky in the bar.

Etc.:
Stood beasts near the door,
They shot them, they died.

Wind in the chest inflates coals
Little hell instead of a heart.
At the soul of the soul - dirty sorter,
Shit boils ahead with bile.

Etc.

From the soul into the soul, from the heart to heart,
The new breast is in frost.
Adult salts, ice gestures,
From me to you, you now drive.

Etc.