Текст песни Padla Bear Outfit - Марш

I buried my march

today I'm going out of himself,
I stop public transportation,
I finally know who thought that he - friends,
you have to pay money where your passport.
the undertaker shall prepare a handkerchief,
conductress stretch paper piece,
It smells of pine and wood with the ground
Summer, summer, summer, lucky,
heat, heat, heat.

I wanted to be cremated, buried me,
this will not be in the news bulletin,
me almost come, almost,
guests had a couple hundred bones,
my (my) ashes on your lips,
it is unlikely to stop the clicking of hours,
to requests for forgiveness, I'm deaf,
you love gold, deceased loved whores

I buried my march