Текст песни Каста - Горячие Трубы...

Hot pipes burned my back
leaving the other half freeze
the body in the cold and wet basement
where those in whose hands I lost my
thousands of tons of live biomass
hid the body in the concrete frame
Warm me squatting on his haunches
Blood flies cooling down steam vents
the noise in my head forced smile
I make my legs unbend
the gods are on my watch me yo
I reach for my chapped hands
it's nice to lose yourself on the map
in late April or early March
when all feel his loss rises
going out into the light again say to yourself I do not believe
gray shadows crossed my path
I'm looking at the ground looking for where to put the foot
but which did not fall I think somebody's head or someone's ass
yo change of scenery in the town of Winter
someone asks for permission to go out of the window
Drops of life in terms of radio poured in the morning
but their feet are beaten in the evening those who take as pills
magic bullet magic bullet, bullet, yo ...

who heard the sound of the door open
wolves came the smell of losses
with leaky sky sypyatsya poultry
Jam of our stone faces
Life is filled with excerpts from my brain
I tear the memory into smaller pieces
then what I lived and where it's viewed
trampled crowd faceless gray bodies
Somewhere over the rainbow in the clouds of evening
fading light that I'm holding in my hands yeah
purchasing power, he became dangerous
all covered with white, he only just me red
appoint a meeting where victims of dreams
why I did not wake the sound of my mother's steps
who's to say that the number of the flight
silence the sound of water dripping pipes rezervoda
They became available digital channels senses
Kill me it's current art
they originally had six left now 3
Here are the features of looking at things from the inside
and that you look and you may be interested
Are you find a place
in my words almost meaningless
as this is a topic that has hung over us