Текст песни Александр Иванов - Самоубийца

They did not smoke incense, no
Clicks in temples,
Them for the fence, aside
Thought to a pit.
And so hastily since then
Lilac wild
Bloomed sad bumps
Go, find-ka!

Holiness crouched not
But also today
Unfortunate, remember your lot
Smire pride.
Another crowd was treated
Violin game,
And not a bow at the end, but chick!
On the razor veils.

Looking at the son and daughter gentle -
Oh, our dull!
What a drop is full
Suffering a bowl!
Silent, smile, Solva,
Copy shovel!
What a sober widow
At the psychopath!

Who, have mercy, talk
On the takeoff of the spirit
And unwillingness to float
By the wind in Puch.
In the concrete of spontaneous pyramids
Facefront faces.
Ask which keeps
Suicide.