Текст песни Аскольд лимонной пыльцы - песня для суицида в самаре

on the prospectuses wandered, went, killed
In one person of Genghis Khan and Atatla
In another face without clothes gorilla
And there is no hope and forces

Darky already in the city, children in crots
But the edge of your eyes you see nine
so hard can happen in life
nine red and down

that's it
Suicide music in Samara
Blues for suicide in Samara
Rugga for suicide in Samara
Rap for suicide in Samara
Rock for suicide in Samara
Song for suicide in Samara
adults never become
if we die in Samara

Familiar moans, Istomas, Madhouse
here are forever pogroms and drug breakers
Here the devils and wave fly forever
In a dream, the darling lives on joke

drove up to the house, soon in the doorway
he wanted your subdigal
Doors cotton, jerk and throw
you shout, because he pilletle you for the nipple

that's it
Suicide music in Samara
Blues for suicide in Samara
Rugga for suicide in Samara
Rap for suicide in Samara
Rock for suicide in Samara
Song for suicide in Samara
adults never become
if we die in Samara

(quiet)!
What is under you - floors
what you want to forget is life
People take on camera; way down
Watch and see Samara lights

*chorus*