Текст песни Каин Л. - Скука

Boredom, you know, a terrible thing: I destroyed your insomnia,
How sound is born reverb. What kind of nonsense?
Apparently morning bahvalno writhes, rushing at the windows of the bloody cavalry;
My world is destroying you invisible - something molded.

 

(Hey!) All doors to constipation.
(Hey!) Dies screaming in the crowd.
Otyschesh thou evil moss-covered root
In me?

 

Boredom, you know, a bad thing - you feel the freedom of anger you?
The terrible thing is freedom - a heavy, if you can not sell.
Words can not say the letter to pieces tear, at once otmitaya case and efforts.
My world is destroying you invisible - that's the whole problem.

 

(Hey!) All doors to constipation.
(Hey!) Dies screaming in the crowd.
Otyschesh thou evil moss-covered root
In me?

 

World fringe swallows eternal sleep - terrible vengeance repeat rumors about him.
Where is the point, to the way it reaches terrible fringe?
Just me, you find, to ask that clearly can not (and still on fire!):
I destroyed your insomnia. Boredom is brought to mind.

 

(Hey!) All doors to constipation.
(Hey!) Dies screaming in the crowd.
Otyschesh thou evil moss-covered root
In me?