Текст песни Tanir - точка кипения

And in the bullet field is not a fool, the figure is in bullet
Cigarette butchers in a jacket attacks with a bang
I do not burn, I do not smear my hands in the blood buroy
Buran on the edge, and I am in paradise or myself I am lying
And encrypted, joke, that I sorry to forgive mistakes,
Seats not chocolate, but the fact that to chocolate from above Shito,
I promised that I knew about the rustle,
What whispers to me at night and shalit with me *********** And where did he say ?? ********************
Drive me out of dreams and on the Casov Close bed
Sorry, but this moan is no longer worth my stelek
I'm not hysterical, I'm at the point and I did not go
I'm sorry, if, I just boiled
How neatly, I scream in the company of the company
I'm not right and I already almost disappeared
Fallen leaves of autumn, is it time to rummage in prose me
I dropped the numeral eight and I threw myself.