Текст песни Красный Ирокез - Уборщица топорщица

Red Iroques - Cleaner-Top

In a dirty corner among the meterel and mop
There is a vacuum cleaner, nearby - a rusty pump.
Under it seemed a dead gray mouse.
She rotted in a pool of blood, killed was an ax.
And only one person was to blame for everything.

Etc.
Cleaner-topoper dust did not wipe
The heads of the heads threw into the bag.
Cleaner-Top-Shop
Cleaner-Top-Shop

The world went, the graves of the people of Sonya.
And, like death oblique, she mowed all the ax.
Full bag head, on those lips of words
And the dead tit of horror in the orphanages;
Walked around the country on the other side.

Etc.

Glass soldiers in the distance go somewhere
The fiery dragon breathes in the back.
And on the hands of without fingers, the remnants of copper slates -
They dug out without end.
Weighing shoulders in shoulders, and incoherent speech
Trying people to preny.

Etc.

Dm E Am D7 (F)