Текст песни Катенкарт - Охота

Hunting

He is born to know
How to pass the night
Cut the fabric of sleep
line dream
He was given the gift
But now the night
There is a hunting

strange relationship
sweet lie
He was given the scent
Sharp as a knife
Give him a sign
Scarlet rye
There is a hunting

Grove dark
The smell of grass
In the dance of the eagle
In the song of love
thread linen
Frizz traces
There is a hunting

Cleaner than ice
Sweeter than honey
Ripe flesh
Warm blood
Polupryzhok
Polupolet
There is a hunting

past fields
between the pages
carotid shadows
erased persons
Ripe flesh
prostrate
There is a hunting