Текст песни Адаптация - весенний дождик

Spring rain dying turns into cement
No one jumped out the window no one died in a hurry
Only just a little kid three letters draws on glass
In his hands, the magic knife and he wants
Revenge for their accursed
Dreams of his hunched
Mother for having us all
Fuck and grind sovey calloused hand

Soldier morale mene signed a death sentence
The crow cawed in the distance, and it means I have to go
I smiled and reached into his pocket for a pink dream
I take out my gun and I wish
Revenge for their accursed
Dreams of his hunched
Mother for having us all
Fuck and grind sovey calloused hand

Forgive us for the sun and the soul plundered houses
For love is put to death for the emptiness of the dashing of the day
For what we are bereft of dreams decided to poison all around
And we go to the guerrillas, we wish
Revenge for their accursed
Dreams of his hunched
Mother for having us all
Fuck and grind sovey calloused hand