Текст песни morj - Автостоп

on a black car on white snow
to the top of the top - to the nearest sky
Leaving the funeral from Dale
calm, brother, Israel
not touched your genitals
hardly

I am
To the nearest sky
throw me brother
Hear you hear hears
I am
To the nearest sky
throw me brother
Above higher above
roofs

on a black car on white snow
to the top of the top - to the nearest sky
I'm circling in a circle - the seventh circle of hell
My spouse is a widow - so
so she needs
So it is necessary

I am
To the nearest sky
throw me brother
Hear you hear hears
I am
To the nearest sky
throw me brother
Above higher above
roofs

And someone else's lipstick slides from the temple
did not have enough cigarette -
Just enough Kurka
My car is so inevitable
Rolls with rail
You hear - it's hope
rushes from the roof in clothes
in wedding clothes

in the nearest sky
throw her brother
Hear you hear hears
I am
To the nearest sky
throw me brother
Above higher above