Текст песни Крыс - Морана

entrance,
The door is not closing the.
You look
In hand: there is anyone alive?
Only the creaking floorboards.
Knock, suddenly someone will respond ...

dust
Who put the floor and walls?
true story
Who Radel about icons?
Those in the corner
Stand with sorrowful eyes.

But unknown vortex
Swaddle you.
He should not, perhaps, here
He drove off the road.
And while in the yard
Gets along winter funeral feast,
Sit until the spring,
This house has seen many.

snow
House covered with snow up to the pipe.
after
Thought Coulda woulda.
Neto other fire
Only the flame blizzard.

freeze
Hands and legs are shaking.
Throw
The body of the hard lounger:
The fact that life is leaving
Not willing stubbornly.

Bela
Maid - painful to watch ...
Do not hesitate -
"You can warm you?"
"At least tell me your name?"
Answers: "Moran" ..