Текст песни О. Моргун - Декаданс

Foreplay of the end of the era,
Flashing Flax Bag
And silent on the bitch of fleas,
Paschers by shock.
Sculit, crying - the river comforts,
Quite to produce silence.
Bag cracks, but holds hard
Hand tired of forgive.

Please, my soul soul,
Pochka for Slodakov
But if the cheese is land
Come on, without unnecessary words.

No one asks questions
One answer is one cartridge.
Malvina does not lose demand,
She was tired to sleep with a log.
Crashing Hur Pledge of Success!
Brick washed fresh paint.
I have a right hand of fun
And left, I hold on the helmet.

Please, shout my soul,
Pochka for Slodakov
And if the cheese is land,
Come on, without unnecessary words.

Do not come back, we have time from playing
Blind dumb role
And we are not accustomed to us
Bed to divide on zero.