Текст песни Алиса - 08. Движение вспять

Red

Tears flowing river tired,
Their right to trampling.
Today we will sing surf
From the shore crossings.
Today the sky explodes rain
Draw a lightning roll,
Forest mighty shoulders
Raise the ground with his knees.
Throwing rubbish ungerminated seeds
Hot purging,
Succulent herbs it, cover the holy bed.
We start moving backwards.
We are tired of silence.
We're going. Hey, firmer step.
From now on, we'll sing, so the only way.
Land covered stink cities
Reinterpret the essence.
Ragged fog poisonous swamps
Driving across the sky mercury.
Sticky fingers through the TV screen
We poked our seats,
Red stars newspaper fifth
Trample the memory of the cross.
Flushing names decrepit gods
Horse-downpour in the saddle in April.
Succulent herbs it, cover the holy bed.
Time lazily leads concert
Unanimously hands
Uniformitarians guard the ground,
Knock knock answering.
The choir sings the world
Reading the notes only with a sheet,
Props drapes life
The mouth of one of the hundred.
Snatching language a blind judge,
In the hands of the sighted investing flute.
Succulent herbs it, cover the holy bed.

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