Текст песни МОРА - ДОМ ПЕЧАЛЬНЫХ ЛИЦ

The moral of the walls to shout at the wall yelling direct the dregs
next crew on the shoulder of asses wasp seven two digits
Sowing the collapse of the children to the fathers cry cursing bouquets pay Ghetto
Silhouette of one of strong tea and somewhere where you are and where we are
The yard grass grin pyuschih poveelo wind fusion
In the arena we spend years looking at the bottom of the secrets of glass
He lost an eye but the ace on the needle near the window changes
He came here from the outside wall to spoil the skill to sharpen toast vein
The river of blood in my eyes is ill but pain drowned wild mo
The packages nuts on the banks of sin tops void corners of the house came here as a child was walking Dunno Maltsev
I went with a knapsack rewound time in a long road of the city truck
With a gun on the edge drove the crowd like sheep fear in the eyes
Exit through the birch three meters on the level of darkness
The arrow hit the floor and smoke thick prick gone missing