Текст песни Петля Пристрастия - Реинкарнация

All what is not, it hangs on the curtains
For real.
A few years into the mountain to korapkanya
The gift of non-smokers.
All of which is not.
All of which is not.
Rainbow light in the depths of the corridor -
Tales from the box.
What will happen to me then?
What will happen to me?
Propeller scroll back,
When I spit death.
And wake up and wake
Stick insects in the branches,
Heck on the door,
Aid behind the ear,
In the reaction, the desired link.
If only all grown together,
Just to let,
It was all so ...
Do not save the developed caper
For aerobics.
Do not cool the jelly-towel
Hot tropics.
Not cool.
Not cool.
Pathetic bug-eyed zeal of maxims,
Bustle carpenter.
What will happen to me then?
What will happen to me?
Propeller scroll back,
When I spit death.
And wake up and wake
Stick insects in the branches,
Heck on the door,
Aid behind the ear,
In the reaction, the desired link.
If only all grown together,
Just to let,
Even so!