Текст песни ночные грузчики - канатоходец

Heaven is registered and there is no place in hell
and I'm here as if in protest
just dying until I rise again
wine is better than water and a cross is better than a chair
the earth is too boring and the sky has no wings
I walk the tightrope with a bottle
fall fun for onlookers I will go as far as I can
until the wind blows away with the autumn foliage

i read the prayer backwards
correct my halo it is inside out
my life guide to limb
my life torn notebook
i read the prayer backwards
correct my halo it is inside out
my life guide to limb
my life torn notebook

I recreated the underworld and spent the weekend there
I can't love or die with dignity
I don't see the finish line and I don't remember the start anymore
found myself at the stop lion fat avatar
I come to the club they pour me a drink at the bar
instead of money, I pay them with learned morality
everyone laughs at me, but I spit them on the dick
paradise is open to everyone but I have no business there

I read a sermon and do not believe in it myself
I roll on the floor, whine with a wounded beast
sell two notes like a tramp jew
torn notebook is my life
I read a sermon and do not believe in it myself
I roll on the floor, whine a wounded beast
sell two notes like a tramp jew
torn notebook is my life

i read the prayer backwards
correct my halo it is inside out
my life guide to limb
my life torn notebook

I read a sermon and do not believe in it myself
I roll on the floor, whine a wounded beast
sell two notes like a tramp jew
torn notebook is my life