Текст песни огней череда - толстый и грусный

I think how this world is marked in false
While the machine drags the body through the streets on
here is dirty, but not because the snow melts
and because the streets of cattle sweeps
We sing borsch in a cafe so and be with sour cream
Because tired of methane flavors
Little confused, the one recently saw
Her age is small even by the standards of Bhutan and India
at night I do not dream, no matter how sleep
I like the needker in the wheel of a chariot
For him, a man is king Tanda
My Dress is always on the gear lever
all these persons are only a series of lights
I think how to turn into a skull
sure they will tell about me Kes kei
but I already know that these cupcakes pipe
knock on the drum, coming there here
decorate quickly as under the blow of the mica

And let him write all the suite and press
On each bastard there are Sweet End Vyson
The sea of ​​blood, as if it is Crete and Edessa
shook false winners and armchairs