Текст песни Ал Коперник - Мать

Here you,
And he was the faithful of your servant,
About it you can immediately lie,
He believes true.
Bridges
he burned you many times
disconnecting the shore

But you are different, so
overcoming quotas,
somebody
The knife pulls out of the body,
True lotus making
chalk.

The words
I have long been not listening to drawn,
In winter you are ringing streams,
And in the summer - sizzle;
product
Today is the most chassis -
Textbook quarrel with head.

Night
strong sleep Great mother,
Spikhen
Your last dosage, you wake up in breaking.
But you
do not achieve anything
Today you are a girl with a gas station.
And your voice is too thin.

Your enemy
Your smallest of children,
covered your love armor
In concrete jungle.
He is darkness,
He is metastasis and plague,
And for him there is no word "mother."

Night
strong sleep Great mother,
Like
Your last dream, you wake up in the breakdown.
But you
Do not be able to break anything
Today you are a girl with a gas station.
And your voice is too thin.