Текст песни Алексей Турчински - Съеденные заживо

Feel? Crushing drill
Your bones, your children pray outside the door
Spare you? & Quot; Mom, no, do not go away from us! & Quot;
Get out of the drill to give a last chance
But his throat torn - and where to go?
You spew blood clots on the fingers
Tears from his eyes, my orgasm - it's your moans
I enjoy your pain
Kids, baby, go to the Pope
I affectionately embrace you with their hands
Feel the heat and the smell of the mother's blood
You are so cute weep, sit down on the bed
Delicate facial features are so attractive
And virginity persons inside lures
Delicious cheeks, nose and eyebrows
My knife gently bites into his throat
Like a piece of cake dissociate
Sister squeals as milk porosёnochek
A brother fountain - and already is silent
Smooth skin to lie down on my tongue