Текст песни Moron aka Псих - Теперь то же пальто

Amulets and obelisks Fictional
A good half afraid the tower.
The above can not jump until prisyadesh
At 360 degrees you will look not.
There is a whip, but not the carrot.
Varish doshirak for lunch.
No one can say "hello", friends mummers
Sticky individual dawn,
As a gift wooden box ...
Live scary. Dying is not new.
Smarter, older - but not experienced,
The weakness of a murmur, rattle
Leaves ukrashivayut branches outside
Inside, there is nothing - cell in lace
Verse loonies in the nuthouse
Fall away - oh, horror!
In puddles reflected future narrowed,
What remains in the past, now everything can be ...
Now it does not matter what powers.
It is no longer scary ...
I planted the seed in the ground,
And it is eaten by birds of heaven
Saints killers serve no purpose - the cross
The symbol of righteousness.
Rejoice that we are mortal
Peers until blind.
We have only a trace, no more.
Do not glue the patterns - they price a penny, the story of the past.
In our country, I am standing on the sidelines
And you can not say no to the list of issues
Reveals the veins in the bath,
Tablets on the couch arrow will point to Nirvana on the knife
Other features ...
Tuned lies upset spirit force driven into the carcass
Leather hides for granted. Caretaker - death.
Then comes through faith,
And not what to believe ... Here ..