Текст песни Лишняя Конечность - Самообман

Emotion kills September
The night does not give them rest
Grey and black pain in February
I lost my frontal lobe
 
Old house is not an act of perfection
New and not worthy of comfort
The snowball is growing over the years,
Placed me in his dish
 
And every line did not finish a verse
And misunderstood the meaning of each verse
My mind is and will be forgotten
My mind is deaf and blind writer
 
And these games of hide and seek with them
Do not the reason to go to the binge
They have no sense nor much good
Only the sweet meat bathed in a lie
 
Sweet meat bathed in a lie
Sweet lie entwined meat
Sweet meat bathed in a lie
sweetbreads
Sweet lie