Текст песни Назар Колковец - Рыбалка

FISHING

Lucifer, hiding for clouds,
Watches God.
And explores Zhuchim
White vest.

Of which draws
Lord in turn
Bait thin flesh ...
Lucifer rubs her eyes.

And the Creator knows
Crosses on fishing rods.
Someone's happy ticket
In the paradise narrow streets.

Wooden put on the eyepiece
And looks at both
Just to be shattered on free
What is filled with vest!

When he climbs closely,
It disassembled the words:
"Victim". "Love". "Goodness
And sincere things. "

And Satan inspired
In hell harnesses the devils
Shouting on them soften
"Blow! Shot soon!"

Forers stretch out of the baked
With myriads of bright balls.
In every weight cutting
One of the seven sins.

And when we take in the palm of your hand
Favorite: ball or cross.
Then from the sky Ile hell
Street to maximum fishing line.

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