Текст песни Адам Лео Смит - Чёрт

How am I, damn, I can not stand the marmots,
that settled in my stomach.
Since the dawn is not inspiring,
strange thoughts, wild jokes,
chёrstvaya identity and stupid sound
the voice of the person at the desk.

I scribbled on a chair bitches
Wood - later in time.

Starts a new one for the new coming into the hangar,
our thoughts are lost in grief.
Hands stained,
body in the heat,

Letov will learn by heart.
And I will shoot the breeze about the new city,
about the train that ran for eight days,
six posts with a subscription

"Soon you'll be praying for your mind."

I would worry, that something worse
all hatred right to hit in the belly,
Destiny's body in a pool of beating
and ear, giving her a "bitch!"

Damn, but this place has gone to hell,
I went atmosphere whitefish from the balcony.
Let us second-class dessert
and will soon be your favorite.

Soon.

03/02/16
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Music: Symphonic defense.