Текст песни Илья Киреев - Необитаемый

Water fog
I'm not a saint
Yes who knows the truth truth
Answer an older, pull out.

Sobs in the palms, dreams of my ash
Ringing bell, turn texts
Break in the wind, let the river
Confession secret
Not inhabable ..

Wander up to the same rake
Beat in chest to pain and without award
Who has a case, to my songs
Decorate the body yes, knee into the juice.
Blade does not tupit enemy mail
I sow violence from the north to the south
Yes in his faith to baptize
Her without a measure, I lick himself.
Stretch the tent
Run arrows in the sky
Ostressive clouds, overtaking the cold wind,
I am always the same, the soul is torn to the light,
I will reach the end, I am the freedom of the Eternal Captive