Текст песни Песочные Люди - Моя доля

My pain, my share
whose colts are directed to the head
not cholly, or cherished
Then the outline with chalk shod in white.
Festivals not falling flocks
Sarafan scounds from Paradise
Splashing in search of essence
with close on one way
RVUT network no fear
Rubit Cube Rubik Roby Shubacha
yes, on the ahaut, on the chaput
and cry before plano
Build salted goats
Eyes depicted tears
Thick the thread do not pull
Fituil threads
on the platoon flags torches
on the flank angels in brazen
With her naked fair freedom give
Those who are opposite the grind
With the lave evil retreats to the edge
our roofs that became above
To birds closer to sue
having matured and far from red
Passengers with lubricated skis
burned on off-road grew
Yes, and frowned wrinkles
We have done and did not extinguish
In the foam in soap in the field in dust
Fuck from the vertices and to the mel
Choir there is power
And insomnia did not leave the calm
Meeting face to face
large portion of a brusched sun
not sickness without seeing shores
whose way shorter believed without words
We must have time and not in a hurry
it's late to gnaw metal if he oxidized
who is worried about without risk
And who with the threat of the temple smiles
who is worried about without risk
And who with the threat of the temple smiles