Текст песни Пляски мага - Зубы

I flocked my minutes
And splashing in a muddy puddle ,
Completely bare feet ,
On the snow-white bed ...
Crumble the teeth by the roots ,
In the dream , hysterical crumpled .
Perhaps someone will save ,
Yes oozing red wool ...

Pr- in : I will advise my death , silence ,
Only just watch and see .
Believe in what you can not stand ,
Love it or hate it .

II On the old , rotten mattresses ,
What smell of dust and vomiting ,
I will lie down with a sigh ,
I will pray to someone ...
From the roof somewhere to go,
Before gray hair at the temples ,
Worn in the dust of the road ,
March snow .