Текст песни Луперкаль - Пока Смеются Дети

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Time settles scores, stinking up staircase Khrushchev
white night after the dark days, glimpses of the universe rosary beads
hundreds of thousands of icy needles, frost pierces the nose and cheeks
Stone Island sweeps snow and so want to fall down from here, would have!

In our waters run fueled, Yeah, cause mayhem
Burnt through, procuration youth terrain uncultivated
Intelligence is not disfigured, grandmother dad is not multiplied
Also bald shaved tower, all the same bun Trishka knives

Fully here such frostbitten if shot up ledokoinom
One day, my son, this pissing staircase and pivasom bottle will become your
All these spiritual scrapie traditions in the name of the elite are not issued decal
Down the spiral path because there is only one - through the thorns into the abyss

Reality will cut like a silly bird blade 30 for a dorm huddle,
It is unlikely father to attach you to the Ministry of Justice.
Drowning frustration swipes again bring up to standard
So you leave here even trying to break through somewhere, to achieve something

Mom vsplaknet on children's photo, making the boy
Subcultural drochevo on kezhualny outfit and football matches,
Brands shoes and patches, but on the whole deposit Shiga smoking point
The whole hip-hop and Nazism, all those Kolovraty and dot