Текст песни А. Талалакин - 300 000 А

we bring trophies to the plantation wise spirit
so we think it is when we do not see it
not some sort of Troll masked solar blame-down
a banal but very real and dream life
dropped from the role of persons when the person tired of playing
in the vanity of vanities on the ruins of grief and misery
very painful to get up but proihodit to rise again
because falling is it possible to hear the answer
and no write - wake up - you are my friend began to play
Dreams Fairy your country is not in the flesh, the angels
Look back at last - life goes on - and you as a child was
eyelids raised circle and crossed arrows in the chest
and the hand is why it still reaches for the Colt
too good not good and there is a difference Dobrenky
three hundred thousand amperes is supplied already demons Volta
and started the treacherous overlord revenge

03.08.2013 1:14