Текст песни КотаДрал - Патологоанатом

Day and night bridges are brought to them,
No moments relax.
Since the small years, he fed the corpses,
But not in this songs are.
(songs essence)

(Pathologist!)
(Pathologist!)

In the morgue spends all day,
He eats there and drinks.
Talking with corpses leads,
Cucumbers fuss in their mouth
(in the mouth)

(Pathologist!)
(Pathologist!)

Birthday he celebrated
In the morgue brought a huge cake.
He treated the corpses of Salom,
Horovod did with them
(dance)

(Pathologist!)
(Pathologist!)

But one day he fell in love
In young handsome corpse.
The same hour married her
There was gently with her and not rude
(was not rude)

(Pathologist!)
(Pathologist!)

And then children were born,
In the morgue of songs sing.
All sorts live in the world
Groups like the king and the jester.
(King and the Clown!)

(Pathologist!)
(Pathologist!)