Текст песни Пятна Лярше - Бесы

Cranky underground worms
Your soul is as black city
Covered with warts empty houses
Waiting for all the right reason to change the way
Life is like a flip pages stuck together
Fear, hatred, and their own snot
And faces staring fell in your window
And thousands of people to you as strangers
As if to them at the same time
And the tops of trees of the sun and dim light lamp
Hung over you as over the grave mournful pop
Reads the last word, a gentleman listens, listens Proletarian
Just as one truth liberates from the bondage
His mother's death-that moved into this ancient castle
And he hid his face under the dark black hair curl
Keep a sharp thrust in his sickle under his clothes, as long as everyone is glad
As long as each rooted in their life, in their love
But wise plays in the veins of her blood
Black as night and is great as dark bottomless lake
Where the hell climb for you
Cats are the largest size and the creature from the depths of the earth
I remind you that you are not alone
Around you human sea teeming passions paintings of Hieronymus Bosch
And the laughter from the distant mysterious planet relentless
As melting candle wax
And around the small devil, and the night is full of rain
And we are waiting for all we ever die
And Maid black liberate all of us
And the last horn penetrate this very hour
Your tight membrane
You eagerly cola drink at night gas station
Reading the writing on the wall "there were stains lyarshe"
And scary faces otherworldly demons
Bychkov burned on the ceiling
You wait sheep to the slaughter
And steel slides in your hand