Текст песни The Cold Dicks - Сентиментальщина

sentimental to the left chest pocket,
to get her gesture from the heart to the sun
from which it seems to be made of buzzing,
But man loves to frown much more!

wrinkle and hate any happiness around
and in each passing to see - the villains and bitches

Because the day she walked with me
in the calling fascist outfit
Love turned into a groan
And people became like a whore!

Sentimental as a sovereign in the doorway
sits on the needle and therefore
does not fall into your dirty handles
neither in May or in December

On the tendons of the branches hang declarations of the Wild Spepana itself,
Sparrow disabled me reminds me that all warranties are canceled.
Pries wing with Bagrow Mounting at the end of the tip
exclude hopes for longevity, but not you.

I was called a moral freak,
Depravitus, scum and pidaras
Sentimental to me gave a bow
for not giving it to them immediately

Then, of course, she was planted
and opened by the corpse in groin in the morning
but then
in the core of
where not to penetrate the human eye
Flying a lively tram
filled with railway dreams
and cut-off heads
on visual cunning saccha
Their sky was in Badachka
Yes!
text suffers from emotion,
But let me notice that
at the same time he is also travels through time!
in fact today be touched inappropriately!
Well, okay, let's say, the birds singing in the grave - still all right!
but a living person - zapadlo
and does not roll!
if there is no subsequent slave effect
some already quite bad reel of film ...