Текст песни Де-факто - Анархист

How many songs spito how much words say
About the king of jestes
How many adulth generations for aggressive punk rock
Wosted by the scene when the pot went
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Somewhere there in Heaven is waiting for the artist
For the first time in paradise got ...
Anarchist
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Suddenly, the phon of grommet rang
From that light came the velvet baritone
I am so boring here, learned the passionate paradise
These dairy rivers, this transcendental edge
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In the rays of the Sun, I wander like in darkness
Tell me how there are on earth
Here is shy and empty, only the wind is waiting on the streets
Penetrates the soul, the heart burns with cold
Fierce and endless
Sky aspille ash, burns eyes with shocks
Under legs moaning icy land
The world is disturbing
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I will come back I promise my place.
Lord for the first time sign an order
On the way back, stairs from the sky
About the road home, in which it has not been so long

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And again the artist will smile on the scene
Call for an anarchist
Sadness will disappear, soul soul and wind
Sighs free land under the stream of rain
Removing the ashes
Remove darkness, the eyes will clarify, the longing will turn
He will come back soon, it is impossible to wait
From that light pot
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How many songs spito how much words say
The king of jesters left for us ...