Текст песни Петля Пристрастия - Жарче, чем солнце

I am all this idle
The date of such ,
To rang the bell ,
turned over the platen
And , as compared with me
Everything was small.
When the clouds have become low.
When went wild -
Some visual angle shift,
Peered into itself,
Eyes mirror scratching
And yelling .
And slёg in bed temperature
Even hotter than the sun
Nevovremya .