Текст песни Пушной - Следующий

Night, even the howling of wolves ,
Pain, splinter , do not torture rather better of me,
 there is no more strength to endure burning.
 The house is empty , abandoned .
 Stone istoshen ,
along the walls of delirium
 and even the shadow of pain ,
 Only do not drive , take ...
 I came first ,
shall open my nerves ,
how long I've waited for so that you went ,
 groaning ... cheek cools metal ...
Give local anesthetic ,
Stand on a chair ,
 siskrennostyu how close , your eyes ...
I bet in return of love ,
 Drills , singing and tear ...
 Well, that's all , and you are afraid ... next