Текст песни Senkora - На убийство с метлой

Sometimes migratory birds
Chooses a random route
Trains in the dark dial
planetary height

On the rails is a person
Each step is impregnated balance
Patches ashes and atomic snow
On cold fingers sit

For some, there is no place in the world
And he's looking for his home under the ground
Someone pride hung in the loop
And he went on a killing with a broom

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