Текст песни Мясной Production - 2. Ржавеющие оковы

Let not thy shackles rust
blurring the boundaries of space and time
thoughts fly with the words we
Stela is exactly just like
float freely over the sea
fabulously repeat that far from the truth
it is where there look pristolney
its marina it is my craft stick in a hurry
but there is no place however already all
that prophesied plagued by doubts
It is therefore necessary to
We continue on the path
epidemic can be heard at a sortie
take care of yourself but perhaps in vain all this slander
scoundrels that will soon appear on the horizon
and not to put off the mooring lines held
there is no happiness sorrow one
sadness sit at home bored and drink tea
doubt in the knowledge of its own knowledge
increasingly forced to stumble brother
Do not you dare doubt take its worthy
each man having no statute of limitations
for myself here is to stand up to convey to you
thoughts bright clean Want
not limited by how damn sheep