Текст песни Мычание ягнят - В прошлой жизни

Night she silently remembers what I could not know about myself and sinking
In the blood of the bottomless I am a missionist guard Chronicles
As a black guy is a dumb with a gun and a complete climb
Shot in the pharaohs as if they were bottles on the shelves
In the sky, it ran away from the noise Siren from bullets with clouds
I could not remember how it smells at such seconds
Blood baked on the fingers and did not forget to interfere with then
Whoever there is for this rustle hope you believe in God
I could not know how my woman squeals under the pistol don
But for some reason I remembered every note of this
I never wanted heroin but why so often
I remember these minutes of happiness - Angels lick wrists
At night I smell whiskey and cigarettes in your bed
Just silent about dreams in which so many sick hysterics
I do not understand where cruelty and charisma came from
Always been scored physicist not taking blood and violence!

CHORUS:
In time
Memories beat by the pattern
And indescribable Bremen
Puts on the head past evil genius!

I would not mention it but this summer would not believe myself
Nevertheless, at night with a pistol, a black man came to come in dreams
I understood me there is a hunting is not clear why it is more so that it is
Premonition of a fateful development I know someone's glance
I see empty eyes his cold evil grin - it's pale
But I was not afraid of him at first
I already bought a trunk in a dream and full of determination they say he will overtake
Who needs the main thing is not to kill me
We gradually began to disappear those dreams where there is no this reptile
Each night was impregnated with the bond and stencil of blood and fear
I already began to see him in reality and I can't
Either I stupidly never fall asleep or still do not wake up anymore

CHORUS:
In time
Memories beat by the pattern
And indescribable Bremen
Puts on the head past evil genius!