Текст песни Плакулак - через терни к правде

on wooden rhymes
wound up guts
my sly son last time
sighed and turned into a mouse

Where from it
made
nobody
Time only
Otobrav
Hear heard heard

And we will come through the thorns
To the truth of entering the window
I drown my knees
In black floor, I will see the bottom

Sluting thoughts of the scarce
Bright meanings in this mist
Does not let my fetal gray brain
There for a long time gaps San Francisco Bridge

In a dark evening by the window
Moon Walkway Stellet
I would quickly, two times
But so far I'm just thinking

I would go out the window
One two Three
Look
White eye blinds us
His memory do not know
But he related me in the room
In Bright Mol
And not everyone remembers how he moved on pussy
My tongue loves on e
Worms persimmon prielli
What hung in Turkey
And God loves them and their
Light blueberry book
Not satisfying mouth
In the race for whore
Who on the Blad Pedestal got up?

Squeezing plasticial fist
I go to Gulag
Lonely Burlaque
pulls on the sky on the sky
like a manure zhuk.
All that placed in a trip
Satan's ball
Plattered Kairos
Cronos consoled him
that everything darkened the shadow
But here everything is without a face
Few people can see
their dishonest eyes
In superstitions said
what they are better without you
And then the whole world seemed to measure
not visible to its end
Love as a sense
there's no point
think a lot is a sin
it is beautiful there,
Where we are not
where we don't have an unprecedented dawn