Текст песни Петля Мертвых - Уже нет

When the bas-reliefs Povynia
Show orange light
Outless black bastard
I will write a black ticket.
MY time is fleeting
Otherwise not by moral plot.
When you will pass a latter
Looking around - I'm no longer!

I'm no longer!
And me no longer!
I'm no longer!
Not!

And let a little at all
Me a wooden jacket
One more nasty, slippery word
From the opera World - the enemy!
When do the doors open
And the knet in the summer my nonsense
You remember that I did not say a lot
But late, brother! I'm no longer!

I'm no longer!
I'm no longer!
And me no longer!
Not!

When I land in diamonds
Change on the sky in rye.
And many will rummage with sarcasm
In my soul labyrinths!
Throwing out of the past stones
Where the light ends.
Do not be afraid, baby, and remember
That I'm no longer!

What I'm not already!
I'm no longer!
And me no longer!
Not!