Текст песни Прежде, чем его сны заклюют... Стихи Ильи Тюрина. - Музыка и исполнение - Александр Гами

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Before his dreams peck ,
Unfortunate removed from the body of sorrow
And hung on a hanger here
So I pulled her to the body .

We are not the pain takes in a vise,
A tailor fitting thread
But cloth absolute anguish
Panache does not allow us to change .

Where are you, God spindle ?
Anything we will take care of -
Only trouble is expensive cloth
Not istleet a thousand arms .

Because given him
Too much first hand
And blind our relationship
The fact that we pay the debt pie .

I'm standing on the porch of the dark,
And the clarity of the time shaking.
I do not know what you think ,
Our tailor our primerschik and Jew .

That you took me on my way.
Gratitude is not so great ,
But from your dress tuft nip
Rises the hand .

And to not wipe rags
Noble insults sleeves
Neither in the silence or the bending wind -
Let gravity take down their words.

I know that the experience forced
All I bowed down to the bottom ,
But I want to know priodevshis ,
What else do I have to shoulder presented .

11.05.1997