Текст песни Аборт Мозга - Розовый куст

Heaven for us, take off soon
Rosebush , eternal sex
Your beauty is not perfect -
write new song for the whip.

The first strike - the first verse ,
ons like pink trail
Next on the chest, back on the trail :
soon will you be grateful to me.

The stars of the night eyes lit up
if you ask for mercy , then nothing :
perfect your beauty -
it's all just an excuse to whip.
Let his song spilled river
heart filled with light melancholy .
Sweet nectar melts in your mouth -
I shall find new music !