Текст песни кос - голуби

I was waiting for you to call them, conscience
I waited for them to die of spice and salt
while they pass each other
women will be cut for bags, grandmothers for medals

I saw you fall one after another from the windows
saw drowning in blood, blond curls
I saw the beggars cunt, those rich of organs
I spoke about it, but my voice was ripped off for a year

it was all a dream, but no, and follow now
behind the evil that night through the crack, flows into your door
I do not care about evil, I closed all the cracks deafly
but it's not about me, from the side of my city kitchen

devil, synthesis of recipes to kill everything in us
and what are you to blame, none of you can see
fuck with you, for which I am really sad and insulting
pigeons are dying in my city
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hundreds of birds dead on the pavement
and we won't even cry out at the sight of them
murder and suicide in my city / in my city dozens of dead and killed
pigeons are dying in my city

and be thousands of us dead on the pavement
no one will cry at the sight of us
it is seen
because of this doves