Текст песни Миссионер - Связанные кровью

I was - blood and milk, and fell to the bottom of a deep,
In a reflection of the windows there for a long time a stranger.
I was thrown by the storm to the lower classes, there overboard
I climb on the wall - I love horoscope predicted.

Hurry here in me died that ever came to life,
I was not even scared, because styt nothing in his veins.
Again the blood spoiled, I brought down from the account of the rake,
I kissed her neck - you drank every drop.

And only then my love blindly with a minus one,
I did not get that blood from his nose needed.
I wanted to live, but not killing living incinerated,
The mountains are not curled, if they have hemophilia.

In his eyes I fell, began the paragraph again,
But I could not, like Galkin again take up my old one.
I ruined the vampire, so languidly dying at home,
But if you're going to die, I will give the last as a donor.

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We emotions from each other, shut, hide,
Our hearts are tempered, covered with blood.
No matter how much I did not say you empty lecture
Hot melt the icy heart blood.