Текст песни Л.К. - Перламутровые Пряники

Pearl gingerbread pressed my conscience
Tormented my pride bitten my flesh
Just like there are not happy with regular news
Every day, in the hope that old age prick
Red eye somewhere upwind
You look at the scenery leaving age
Pray for the truth buying the sadness of the poet
Pray for the sin of others strained wins
On the boulevard like a quiet before the storm
Skinny boy shivering from the cold
Admired life without shitty dope
And early in the morning lying stone
Too lonely to us over the edge
Break trenches dawn dreams
In a pool of blood strode briskly
In what rich songs chopped heads
I notice the cries of a dashing buckshot
The shroud hid serene balloon
Spreading the verge of forgetting an appointment
With that someone has left a worrying shower
Goreme swayed marble boat
Plates face breaking of someone else's eyes
Gently turn into iron / cast iron grate
It suits us new regular mode
... Hiding in the shadow of the troubled streets
Colors gray hair bitter crosses
After an apocalypse all woke up again
New hope new dreams ...